Dreams -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Prehistoric peoples -- Fiction
The mountains were bleak and inhospitable, and three times that
afternoon we tried to regain the woods. But the Tree People were lying
in wait, and they drove us back. Lop-Ear and I slept that night in a
dwarf tree, no larger than a bush. Here was no security, and we would
have been easy prey for any hunting animal that chanced along.
In the morning, what of our new-gained respect for the Tree People, we
faced into the mountains. That we had no definite plan, or even idea, I
am confident. We were merely driven on by the danger we had escaped. Of
our wanderings through the mountains I have only misty memories. We
were in that bleak region many days, and we suffered much, especially
from fear, it was all so new and strange. Also, we suffered from the
cold, and later from hunger.
It was a desolate land of rocks and foaming streams and clattering
cataracts. We climbed and descended mighty canyons and gorges; and
ever, from every view point, there spread out before us, in all
directions, range upon range, the unceasing mountains. We slept at
night in holes and crevices, and on one cold night we perched on top a
slender pinnacle of rock that was almost like a tree.
And then, at last, one hot midday, dizzy with hunger, we gained the
divide. From this high backbone of earth, to the north, across the
diminishing, down-falling ranges, we caught a glimpse of a far lake.
The sun shone upon it, and about it were open, level grass-lands, while
to the eastward we saw the dark line of a wide-stretching forest.
We were two days in gaining the lake, and we were weak with hunger; but
on its shore, sleeping snugly in a thicket, we found a part-grown calf.
It gave us much trouble, for we knew no other way to kill than with our
hands. When we had gorged our fill, we carried the remainder of the
meat to the eastward forest and hid it in a tree. We never returned to
that tree, for the shore of the stream that drained Far Lake was packed
thick with salmon that had come up from the sea to spawn.
Westward from the lake stretched the grass-lands, and here were
multitudes of bison and wild cattle. Also were there many packs of wild
dogs, and as there were no trees it was not a safe place for us. We
followed north along the stream for days. Then, and for what reason I
do not know, we abruptly left the stream and swung to the east, and
then to the southeast, through a great forest. I shall not bore you
with our journey. I but indicate it to show how we finally arrived at
the Fire People’s country.
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