A Son of the Ages: The Reincarnations and Adventures of Scar, the Link: A Story of Man From the BeginningWaterloo, Stanley
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A Son of the Ages: The Reincarnations and Adventures of Scar, the Link: A Story of Man From the Beginning
Waterloo, Stanley
Prehistoric peoples -- Fiction; Science fiction
My plans regarding the hunting of the little sable were surely
thwarted, but it seemed to me that it would be a wise thing to lurk
about for a time, if I could do so with safety, and so learn more
fully what manner of people these were and how their advent on their
southward march might possibly affect my clan. We surpassed them in
numbers somewhat, but they were fierce of appearance and the men were
all well armed. Their bows seemed better than ours, they were longer
and heavier, and their spears were many of them made smooth, as I could
see when the sun shone on them. These wanderers might be peaceful, but
it was well that my clan should be prepared. Our oyster and mussel beds
and excellent fishing grounds were prizes worth the taking, and peace
between clans was a string of bark at best.
Soon after a great number of the men of the camp--more than half of
them--gathered in a body equipped for the hunt, and entered the forest
toward the southwest. Evidently they were going to hunt on a large
scale, as we sometimes did, extending a line in a great semicircle and
bringing in the ends, thus enclosing whatever game might be near us in
our front. That they would not hunt save at a long distance from the
camp I knew, because the commotion there had driven the game away, and
so I felt certain that they would not return until nearly nightfall.
Many others of the men were fishing and there remained in the camp only
a few of the less active, and the women and children. What a chance, I
thought, for a surprise by an enemy!
There was no longer such extreme need for caution in my movements, and
so I wandered about through the forest, thinking that I might surprise
a grouse or some other bird, to give variety to my supper. I was
unsuccessful, and, wearied of the search, at last threw myself upon the
ground in a little glade closely surrounded by trees and a thicket and
entered only by a narrow pathway made by the creatures of the forest. I
was soon asleep, for, necessarily, I had rested but little during the
night.
How long I slept I do not know, but I awoke with the feeling that
something alive was near me, a faculty common to us people of the shore
and woods, who must always be, even unknowingly, exerting our senses
for safety’s sake. I rose slowly to my feet and stood facing the woman
with the yellow hair whom I had seen talking with Horsen the night
before! I think we were equally startled, but it was the maiden who
spoke first.
“Who are you?” she said.
Her language was like my own, for only one speech was known along the
coast, and I understood her readily, and understood, as well, that she
was not afraid. I scarcely knew how to answer her. “I am a hunter,” I
replied, “from a village two days to the south.”
“Sit down,” she said, “and tell me about it.”
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