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weaving　of　baskets。　　And　of　this；　one　thing　is　sure：　if

once　we　wove　withes　into　baskets；　the　next　and

inevitable　step　would　have　been　the　weaving　of　cloth。

Clothes　would　have　followed；　and　with　covering　our

nakedness　would　have　come　modesty。



Thus　was　momentum　gained　in　the　Younger　World。　　But　we

were　without　this　momentum。　　We　were　just　getting

started；　and　we　could　not　go　far　in　a　single

generation。　　We　were　without　weapons；　without　fire；　and

in　the　raw　beginnings　of　speech。　　The　device　of　writing

lay　so　far　in　the　future　that　I　am　appalled　when　I

think　of　it。



Even　I　was　once　on　the　verge　of　a　great　discovery。　　To

show　you　how　fortuitous　was　development　in　those　days

let　me　state　that　had　it　not　been　for　the　gluttony　of

Lop…Ear　I　might　have　brought　about　the　domestication　of

the　dog。　　And　this　was　something　that　the　Fire　People

who　lived　to　the　northeast　had　not　yet　achieved。　　They

were　without　dogs；　this　I　knew　from　observation。　　But

let　me　tell　you　how　Lop…Ear's　gluttony　possibly　set

back　our　social　development　many　generations。



Well　to　the　west　of　our　caves　was　a　great　swamp；　but　to

the　south　lay　a　stretch　of　low；　rocky　hills。　　These

were　little　frequented　for　two　reasons。　　First　of　all；

there　was　no　food　there　of　the　kind　we　ate；　and　next；

those　rocky　hills　were　filled　with　the　lairs　of

carnivorous　beasts。



But　Lop…Ear　and　I　strayed　over　to　the　hills　one　day。

We　would　not　have　strayed　had　we　not　been　teasing　a

tiger。　　Please　do　not　laugh。　　It　was　old　Saber…Tooth

himself。　　We　were　perfectly　safe。　We　chanced　upon　him

in　the　forest；　early　in　the　morning；　and　from　the

safety　of　the　branches　overhead　we　chattered　down　at

him　our　dislike　and　hatred。　　And　from　branch　to　branch；

and　from　tree　to　tree；　we　followed　overhead；　making　an

infernal　row　and　warning　all　the　forest…dwellers　that

old　Saber…Tooth　was　coming。



We　spoiled　his　hunting　for　him；　anyway。　　And　we　made

him　good　and　angry。　　He　snarled　at　us　and　lashed　his

tail；　and　sometimes　he　paused　and　stared　up　at　us

quietly　for　a　long　time；　as　if　debating　in　his　mind

some　way　by　which　he　could　get　hold　of　us。　　But　we　only

laughed　and　pelted　him　with　twigs　and　the　ends　of

branches。



This　tiger…baiting　was　common　sport　among　the　folk。

Sometimes　half　the　horde　would　follow　from　overhead　a

tiger　or　lion　that　had　ventured　out　in　the　daytime。　　It

was　our　revenge；　for　more　than　one　member　of　the　horde；

caught　unexpectedly；　had　gone　the　way　of　the　tiger's

belly　or　the　lion's。　　Also；　by　such　ordeals　of

helplessness　and　shame；　we　taught　the　hunting　animals

to　some　extent　to　keep　out　of　our　territory。　　And　then

it　was　funny。　　It　was　a　great　game。



And　so　Lop…Ear　and　I　had　chased　Saber…Tooth　across

three　miles　of　forest。　　Toward　the　last　he　put　his　tail

between　his　legs　and　fled　from　our　gibing　like　a　beaten

cur。　　We　did　our　best　to　keep　up　with　him；　but　when　we

reached　the　edge　of　the　forest　he　was　no　more　than　a

streak　in　the　distance。



I　don't　know　what　prompted　us；　unless　it　was　curiosity；

but　after　playing　around　awhile；　Lop…Ear　and　I　ventured

across　the　open　ground　to　the　edge　of　the　rocky　hills。

We　did　not　go　far。　Possibly　at　no　time　were　we　more

than　a　hundred　yards　from　the　trees。　　Coming　around　a

sharp　corner　of　rock　（we　went　very　carefully；　because

we　did　not　know　what　we　might　encounter）；　we　came　upon

three　puppies　playing　in　the　sun。



They　did　not　see　us；　and　we　watched　them　for　some　time。

They　were　wild　dogs。　　In　the　rock…wall　was　a　horizontal

fissureevidently　the　lair　where　their　mother　had　left

them；　and　where　they　should　have　remained　had　they　been

obedient。　　But　the　growing　life；　that　in　Lop…Ear　and　me

had　impelled　us　to　venture　away　from　the　forest；　had

driven　the　puppies　out　of　the　cave　to　frolic。　　I　know

how　their　mother　would　have　punished　them　had　she

caught　them。



But　it　was　Lop…Ear　and　I　who　caught　them。　　He　looked　at

me；　and　then　we　made　a　dash　for　it。　　The　puppies　knew

no　place　to　run　except　into　the　lair；　and　we　headed

them　off。　　One　rushed　between　my　legs。　　I　squatted　and

grabbed　him。　　He　sank　his　sharp　little　teeth　into　my

arm；　and　I　dropped　him　in　the　suddenness　of　the　hurt

and　surprise。　　The　next　moment　he　had　scurried　inside。



Lop…Ear；　struggling　with　the　second　puppy；　scowled　at

me　and　intimated　by　a　variety　of　sounds　the　different

kinds　of　a　fool　and　a　bungler　that　I　was。　　This　made　me

ashamed　and　spurred　me　to　valor。　　I　grabbed　the

remaining　puppy　by　the　tail。　　He　got　his　teeth　into　me

once；　and　then　I　got　him　by　the　nape　of　the　neck。

Lop…Ear　and　I　sat　down；　and　held　the　puppies　up；　and

looked　at　them；　and　laughed。



They　were　snarling　and　yelping　and　crying。　　Lop…Ear

started　suddenly。　　He　thought　he　had　heard　something。

We　looked　at　each　other　in　fear；　realizing　the　danger

of　our　position。　　The　one　thing　that　made　animals

raging　demons　was　tampering　with　their　young。　　And

these　puppies　that　made　such　a　racket　belonged　to　the

wild　dogs。　　Well　we　knew　them；　running　in　packs；　the

terror　of　the　grass…eating　animals。　　We　had　watched

them　following　the　herds　of　cattle　and　bison　and

dragging　down　the　calves；　the　aged；　and　the　sick。　　We

had　been　chased　by　them　ourselves；　more　than　once。　　I

had　seen　one　of　the　Folk；　a　woman；　run　down　by　them　and

caught　just　as　she　reached　the　shelter　of　the　woods。

Had　she　not　been　tired　out　by　the　run；　she　might　have

made　it　into　a　tree。　　She　tried；　and　slipped；　and　fell

back。　　They　made　short　work　of　her。



We　did　not　stare　at　each　other　longer　than　a　moment。

Keeping　tight　hold　of　our　prizes；　we　ran　for　the　woods。

Once　in　the　security　of　a　tall　tree；　we　held　up　the

puppies　and　laughed　again。　You　see；　we　had　to　have　our

laugh　out；　no　matter　what　happened。



And　then　began　one　of　the　hardest　tasks　I　ever

attempted。　　We　started　to　carry　the　puppies　to　our

cave。　　Instead　of　using　our　hands　for　climbing；　most　of

the　time　they　were　occupied　with　holding　our　squirming

captives。　　Once　we　tried　to　walk　on　the　ground；　but

were　treed　by　a　miserable　hyena；　who　followed　along

underneath。　　He　was　a　wise　hyena。



Lop…Ear　got　an　idea。　　He　remembered　how　we　tied　up

bundles　of　leaves　to　carry　home　for　beds。　　Breaking　off

some　tough　vines；　he　tied　his　puppy's　legs　together；

and　then；　with　another　piece　of　vine　passed　around　his

neck；　slung　the　puppy　on　his　back。　　This　left　him　with

hands　and　feet　free　to　climb。　　He　was　jubilant；　and　did

not　wait　for　me　to　finish　tying　my　puppy's　legs；　but

started　on。　　There　was　one　difficulty；　however。　　The

puppy　wouldn't　stay　slung　on　Lop…Ear's　back。　　It　swung

around　to　the　side　and　then　on　in　front。　　Its　teeth

were　not　tied；　and　the　next　thing　it　did　was　to　sink

its　teeth　into　Lop…Ear's　soft　and　unprotected　stomach。

He　let　out　a　scream；　nearly　fell；　and　clutched　a　branch

violently　with　both　hands　to　save　himself。　　The　vine

around　his　neck　broke；　and　the　puppy；　its　four　legs

still　tied；　dropped　to　the　ground。　The　hyena　proceeded

to　dine。



Lop…Ear　was　disgusted　and　angry。　　He　abused　the　hyena；

and　then　went　off　alone　through　the　trees。　　I　had　no

reason　that　I　knew　for　wanting　to　carry　the　puppy　to

the　cave；　except　that　I　WANTED　to；　and　I　stayed　by　my

task。　　I　made　the　work　a　great　deal　easier　by

elaborating　on　Lop…Ear's　idea。　　Not　only　did　I　tie　the

puppy's　legs；　but　I　thrust　a　stick　through　his　jaws　and

tied　them　together　securely。



At　last　I　got　the　puppy　home。　　I　imagine　I　had　more

pertinacity　than　the　average　Folk；　or　else　I　should　not

have　succeeded。　　They　laughed　at　me　when　they　saw　me

lugging　the　puppy　up　to　my　high　little　cave；　but　I　did

not　mind。　　Success　crowned　my　efforts；　and　there　was

the　puppy。　　He　was　a　plaything　such　as　none　of　the　Folk

possessed。　　He　learned　rapidly。　　When　I　played　with　him

and　he　bit　me；　I　boxed　his　ears；　and　then　he　did　not

try　again　to　bite　for　a　long　time。



I　was　quite　taken　up　with　him。　　He　was　something　new；

and　it　was　a　characteristic　of　the　Folk　to　like　new

things。　　When　I　saw　that　he　refused　fruits　and

vegetables；　I　caught　birds　for　him　and　squirrels　and

young　rabbits。　　（We　Folk　were　meat…eaters；　as　well　as

vegetarians；　and　we　were　adept　at　catching　small　game。）

The　puppy　ate　the　meat　and　thrived。　　As　well　as　I　can

estimate；　I　must　have　had　him　over　a　week。　　And　then；

coming　back　to　the　cave　one　day　with　a　nestful　of

young…hatched　pheasants；　I　found　Lop…Ear　had　killed　the

puppy　and　was　just　beginning　to　eat　him。　　I　sprang　for

Lop…Ear；the　cave　was　small；and　we　went　at　it　tooth

and　nail。



And　thus；　in　a　fight；　ended　one　of　the　earliest

attempts　to　domesticate　the　dog。　　We　pulled　hair　out　in

handfuls；　and　scratched　and　bit　and　gouged。　　Then　we

sulked　and　made　up。　　After　that　we　ate　the　puppy。　　Raw？

Yes。　　We　had　not　yet　discovered　fire。　　Our　evolution

into　cooking　animals　lay　in　the　tight…rolled　scroll　of


the　future。