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But
he
persevered
for
months
,
at
such
times
as
he
was
able
to
come
to
the
cabin
,
until
at
last
by
repeated
experimenting
he
found
a
position
in
which
to
hold
the
pencil
that
best
permitted
him
to
guide
and
control
it
,
so
that
at
last
he
could
roughly
reproduce
any
of
the
little
bugs
.
Thus
he
made
a
beginning
of
writing
.
Copying
the
bugs
taught
him
another
thing
--
their
number
;
and
though
he
could
not
count
as
we
understand
it
,
yet
he
had
an
idea
of
quantity
,
the
base
of
his
calculations
being
the
number
of
fingers
upon
one
of
his
hands
.
His
search
through
the
various
books
convinced
him
that
he
had
discovered
all
the
different
kinds
of
bugs
most
often
repeated
in
combination
,
and
these
he
arranged
in
proper
order
with
great
ease
because
of
the
frequency
with
which
he
had
perused
the
fascinating
alphabet
picture
book
.
His
education
progressed
;
but
his
greatest
finds
were
in
the
inexhaustible
storehouse
of
the
huge
illustrated
dictionary
,
for
he
learned
more
through
the
medium
of
pictures
than
text
,
even
after
he
had
grasped
the
significance
of
the
bugs
.
When
he
discovered
the
arrangement
of
words
in
alphabetical
order
he
delighted
in
searching
for
and
finding
the
combinations
with
which
he
was
familiar
,
and
the
words
which
followed
them
,
their
definitions
,
led
him
still
further
into
the
mazes
of
erudition
.
By
the
time
he
was
seventeen
he
had
learned
to
read
the
simple
,
child
's
primer
and
had
fully
realized
the
true
and
wonderful
purpose
of
the
little
bugs
.
No
longer
did
he
feel
shame
for
his
hairless
body
or
his
human
features
,
for
now
his
reason
told
him
that
he
was
of
a
different
race
from
his
wild
and
hairy
companions
.
He
was
a
M-A-N
,
they
were
A-P-E-S
,
and
the
little
apes
which
scurried
through
the
forest
top
were
M-O-N-K-E-Y-S
.
He
knew
,
too
,
that
old
Sabor
was
a
L-I-O-N-E-S-S
,
and
Histah
a
S-N-A-K-E
,
and
Tantor
an
E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T
.
And
so
he
learned
to
read
.
From
then
on
his
progress
was
rapid
.
With
the
help
of
the
great
dictionary
and
the
active
intelligence
of
a
healthy
mind
endowed
by
inheritance
with
more
than
ordinary
reasoning
powers
he
shrewdly
guessed
at
much
which
he
could
not
really
understand
,
and
more
often
than
not
his
guesses
were
close
to
the
mark
of
truth
.
There
were
many
breaks
in
his
education
,
caused
by
the
migratory
habits
of
his
tribe
,
but
even
when
removed
from
his
books
his
active
brain
continued
to
search
out
the
mysteries
of
his
fascinating
avocation
.
Pieces
of
bark
and
flat
leaves
and
even
smooth
stretches
of
bare
earth
provided
him
with
copy
books
whereon
to
scratch
with
the
point
of
his
hunting
knife
the
lessons
he
was
learning
.
