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
We ate much and slept soundly, after this our great peril and great
discovery. In the morning followed another gathering of the Cave people
about the strange thing which could carry men safely upon the water;
and he who could draw pictures of wild creatures on the rocks, and who
could chip spear-heads most wisely of us all, was the one who looked
upon the fire-hollowed log longest and most earnestly, though he at
first was silent. Then finally he came to me. A boat seemed to be a
good thing. Why not have another boat? What fire had done, fire could
do!
Not far from the caves, and close by the shore of the currentless
lagoon which reached in from the river, lay the trunk of a large fallen
tree. Our stone axes were good, so Thin Legs said, but might not
suffice to make a boat like that brought by One Ear and me; but surely
we could in time hack off a log, and then make the fire which warmed
us and cooked our food do the rest. So we fell to work eagerly, all
the strong men of the clan coming to aid in turn. It was long work and
wearing, and there were tired arms and blistered hands, but within two
days the log was hacked away from the trunk of the fallen big tree, and
then Thin Legs alone took leadership, and fire was brought.
[Illustration: “With long poles thrust to the bottom, we guided the
boats here and there about the shallow waters.”]
Very wise is Thin Legs. None of the rest of us can think as he does;
none of us can so tell what is going to happen after you have done
things. Now he rested a little. Upon the top of the great log we had
cut away he built a little fire, and supplied it with dry fuel as it
ate its way into the wood. When it threatened to reach too far toward
the end or sides, he dammed it with wet mud, and so made it eat this
way or that way, as he would have it, until of the huge log there
remained but a thing hollowed and charred, with thin, strong sides and
bottom. We pushed it into the water, and it floated high, carrying half
a score of us at once. So came the first man-made boat. Now we could
fish throughout the whole lagoon!
With long poles thrust to the bottom, we guided the boats here and
there about the shallow waters, and had better fortune than ever
before, spearing the fish at all their feeding places. Sometimes, too,
we would guide the boats into the depths of the wild rice which grew
in the water, and lie in wait there for the water-fowl which came at
night. So our fortunes were bettered.
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