Thus having guided me to my destination they left me. Ahead of me,
through the trees, I could see what appeared to be the foot of a steep
hill. Toward this I made my way. The forest ran to the very base of a
cliff, in the face of which were the mouths of many caves. They
appeared untenanted; but I decided to watch for a while before
venturing farther. A large tree, densely foliaged, offered a splendid
vantage-point from which to spy upon the cliff, so I clambered among
its branches where, securely hidden, I could watch what transpired
about the caves.
It seemed that I had scarcely settled myself in a comfortable position
before a party of cave men emerged from one of the smaller apertures in
the cliff-face, about fifty feet from the base. They descended into the
forest and disappeared. Soon after came several others from the same
cave, and after them, at a short interval, a score of women and
children, who came into the wood to gather fruit. There were several
warriors with them—a guard, I presume.
After this came other parties, and two or three groups who passed out
of the forest and up the cliff-face to enter the same cave. I could not
understand it. All who came out had emerged from the same cave. All who
returned reentered it. No other cave gave evidence of habitation, and
no cave but one of extraordinary size could have accommodated all the
people whom I had seen pass in and out of its mouth.
For a long time I sat and watched the coming and going of great numbers
of the cave-folk. Not once did one leave the cliff by any other opening
save that from which I had seen the first party come, nor did any
reenter the cliff through another aperture.
What a cave it must be, I thought, that houses an entire tribe! But
dissatisfied of the truth of my surmise, I climbed higher among the
branches of the tree that I might get a better view of other portions
of the cliff. High above the ground I reached a point whence I could
see the summit of the hill. Evidently it was a flat-topped butte
similar to that on which dwelt the tribe of Gr-gr-gr.
As I sat gazing at it a figure appeared at the very edge. It was that
of a young girl in whose hair was a gorgeous bloom plucked from some
flowering tree of the forest. I had seen her pass beneath me but a
short while before and enter the small cave that had swallowed all of
the returning tribesmen.
The mystery was solved. The cave was but the mouth of a passage that
led upward through the cliff to the summit of the hill. It served
merely as an avenue from their lofty citadel to the valley below.
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