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wife did not win this shelter。 An arrow brought her to
the ground。 She was severely hurt; for she made no
effort to get away。 She crouched in a sheltering way
over her baby (which clung tightly to her); and made
pleading signs and sounds to the Fire…Men。 They
gathered about her and laughed at hereven as Lop…Ear
and I had laughed at the old Tree…Man。 And even as we
had poked him with twigs and sticks; so did the
Fire…Men with Red…Eye's wife。 They poked her with the
ends of their bows; and prodded her in the ribs。 But
she was poor fun。 She would not fight。 Nor; for that
matter; would she get angry。 She continued to crouch
over her baby and to plead。 One of the Fire…Men
stepped close to her。 In his hand was a club。 She saw
and understood; but she made only the pleading sounds
until the blow fell。
Red…Eye; in the hollow of the trunk; was safe from
their arrows。 They stood together and debated for a
while; then one of them climbed into the tree。 What
happened up there I could not tell; but I heard him
yell and saw the excitement of those that remained
beneath。 After several minutes his body crashed down
to the ground。 He did not move。 They looked at him
and raised his head; but it fell back limply when they
let go。 Red…Eye had accounted for himself。
They were very angry。 There was an opening into the
trunk close to the ground。 They gathered wood and
grass and built a fire。 The Swift One and I; our arms
around each other; waited and watched in the thicket。
Sometimes they threw upon the fire green branches with
many leaves; whereupon the smoke became very thick。
We saw them suddenly swerve back from the tree。 They
were not quick enough。 Red…Eye's flying body landed in
the midst of them。
He was in a frightful rage; smashing about with his
long arms right and left。 He pulled the face off one
of them; literally pulled it off with those gnarly
fingers of his and those tremendous muscles。 He bit
another through the neck。 The Fire…Men fell back with
wild fierce yells; then rushed upon him。 He managed to
get hold of a club and began crushing heads like
eggshells。 He was too much for them; and they were
compelled to fall back again。 This was his chance; and
he turned his back upon them and ran for it; still
howling wrathfully。 A few arrows sped after him; but
he plunged into a thicket and was gone。
The Swift One and I crept quietly away; only to run
foul of another party of Fire…Men。 They chased us into
the blueberry swamp; but we knew the tree…paths across
the farther morasses where they could not follow on the
ground; and so we escaped。 We came out on the other
side into a narrow strip of forest that separated the
blueberry swamp from the great swamp that extended
westward。 Here we met Lop…Ear。 How he had escaped I
cannot imagine; unless he had not slept the preceding
night at the caves。
Here; in the strip of forest; we might have built
tree…shelters and settled down; but the Fire People
were performing their work of extermination thoroughly。
In the afternoon; Hair…Face and his wife fled out from
among the trees to the east; passed us; and were gone。
They fled silently and swiftly; with alarm in their
faces。 In the direction from which they had come we
heard the cries and yells of the hunters; and the
screeching of some one of the Folk。 The Fire People
had found their way across the swamp。
The Swift One; Lop…Ear; and I followed on the heels of
Hair…Face and his wife。 When we came to the edge of
the great swamp; we stopped。 We did not know its
paths。 It was outside our territory; and it had been
always avoided by the Folk。 None had ever gone into
itat least; to return。 In our minds it represented
mystery and fear; the terrible unknown。 As I say; we
stopped at the edge of it。 We were afraid。 The cries
of the Fire…Men were drawing nearer。 We looked at one
another。 Hair…Face ran out on the quaking morass and
gained the firmer footing of a grass…hummock a dozen
yards away。 His wife did not follow。 She tried to; but
shrank back from the treacherous surface and cowered
down。
The Swift One did not wait for me; nor did she pause
till she had passed beyond Hair…Face a hundred yards
and gained a much larger hummock。 By the time Lop…Ear
and I had caught up with her; the Fire…Men appeared
among the trees。 Hair…Face's wife; driven by them into
panic terror; dashed after us。 But she ran blindly;
without caution; and broke through the crust。 We
turned and watched; and saw them shoot her with arrows
as she sank down in the mud。 The arrows began falling
about us。 Hair…Face had now joined us; and the four of
us plunged on; we knew not whither; deeper and deeper
into the swamp。
CHAPTER XVIII
Of our wanderings in the great swamp I have no clear
knowledge。 When I strive to remember; I have a riot of
unrelated impressions and a loss of time…value。 I have
no idea of how long we were in that vast everglade; but
it must have been for weeks。 My memories of what
occurred invariably take the form of nightmare。 For
untold ages; oppressed by protean fear; I am aware of
wandering; endlessly wandering; through a dank and
soggy wilderness; where poisonous snakes struck at us;
and animals roared around us; and the mud quaked under
us and sucked at our heels。
I know that we were turned from our course countless
times by streams and lakes and slimy seas。 Then there
were storms and risings of the water over great areas
of the low…lying lands; and there were periods of
hunger and misery when we were kept prisoners in the
trees for days and days by these transient floods。
Very strong upon me is one picture。 Large trees are
about us; and from their branches hang gray filaments
of moss; while great creepers; like monstrous serpents;
curl around the trunks and writhe in tangles through
the air。 And all about is the mud; soft mud; that
bubbles forth gases; and that heaves and sighs with
internal agitations。 And in the midst of all this are
a dozen of us。 We are lean and wretched; and our bones
show through our tight…stretched skins。 We do not sing
and chatter and laugh。 We play no pranks。 For once
our volatile and exuberant spirits are hopelessly
subdued。 We make plaintive; querulous noises; look at
one another; and cluster close together。 It is like
the meeting of the handful of survivors after the day
of the end of the world。
This event is without connection with the other events
in the swamp。 How we ever managed to cross it; I do
not know; but at last we came out where a low range of
hills ran down to the bank of the river。 It was our
river emerging like ourselves from the great swamp。 On
the south bank; where the river had broken its way
through the hills; we found many sand…stone caves。
Beyond; toward the west; the ocean boomed on the bar
that lay across the river's mouth。 And here; in the
caves; we settled down in our abiding…place by the sea。
There were not many of us。 From time to time; as the
days went by; more of the Folk appeared。 They dragged
themselves from the swamp singly; and in twos and
threes; more dead than alive; mere perambulating
skeletons; until at last there were thirty of us。 Then
no more came from the swamp; and Red…Eye was not among
us。 It was noticeable that no children had survived the
frightful journey。
I shall not tell in detail of the years we lived by the
sea。 It was not a happy abiding…place。 The air was
raw and chill; and we suffered continually from
coughing and colds。 We could not survive in such an
environment。 True; we had children; but they had
little hold on life and died early; while we died
faster than new ones were born。 Our number steadily
diminished。
Then the radical change in our diet was not good for
us。 We got few vegetables and fruits; and became
fish…eaters。 There were mussels and abalones and clams
and rock…oysters; and great ocean…crabs that were
thrown upon the beaches in stormy weather。 Also; we
found several kinds of seaweed that were good to eat。
But the change in diet caused us stomach troubles; and
none of us ever waxed fat。 We were all lean and
dyspeptic…looking。 It was in getting the big abalones
that Lop…Ear was lost。 One of them closed upon his
fingers at low…tide; and then the flood…tide came in
and drowned him。 We found his body the next day; and
it was a lesson to us。 Not another one of us was ever
caught in the closing shell of an abalone。
The Swift One and I managed to bring up one child; a
boyat least we managed to bring him along for several
years。 But I am quite confident he could never have
survived that terrible climate。 And then; one day; the
Fire People appeared again。 They had come down the
river; not on a catamaran; but in a rude dug…out。
There were t