Cave dwellers -- Juvenile literature; Prehistoric peoples -- Juvenile literature
It was a crackling in the brush that warned them. The cocoanut rolled
from the hands of The Fish and the boys crouched low together. No sound
they made, save the breath in their throats which struggled to be free.
Couchant, they strained their bodies into an attitude of listening. Came
again a soft rustling in the thicket. This time nearer. And then—through
the long bambusa, they saw the head and throat of a grey hyena.
For a moment they paused while the sweat froze on their brown skins.
Their lips drew back in a snarl of helpless rage. But the hyena covered
the ground with great bounds, and they flung their arms about a tall
sapling. Their breath burst from them in quick gasps, for they were near
spent with running.
But they dug their toes into the rough bark and the strength of The Fish
enabled him to speedily mount to the forked branches above. But many
moments Laughing Boy clung half-way up the trunk of the tree, with the
hyena snapping at his heels. At every leap so near she came, that he
curled his feet up under his small body. The teeth of the hyena shone
white and her eyes gleamed. A great fear paralyzed him. The Fish danced
about on the limbs above, chattering wildly, till Laughing Boy gathered
breath and courage to continue his way to safety.
There he sat, huddled among the leaves, close to The Fish and for a long
time they gazed, quivering, at the enemy below. But a caution, wholly
new, had come to them, and they scrambled into the branches of a
neighboring banyan slowly and with care. Thence on through several trees
that brought them nearer the homes of the Cave Dwellers. With much
shivering they made their way pausing often to mark the progress of the
enemy. She moved as they advanced, persistently, like a hungry dog
watching a bone.
Slowly and fearfully the boys continued toward the Hollow, through the
interlocked limbs of the great trees. But the hyena followed. From a
bunya-bunya the boys pelted her with cones which she dodged easily.
Unmoved, she continued to gaze longingly upon them, while the slather
dripped from her lips.
At one time the boys almost threw themselves into the coils of a huge
green snake, that wound itself around the trunk of a cocoanut palm. They
were not expecting new dangers. A quick leap and they swung downward,
clinging closely to the bough of a neighboring bunya, and then scrambled
up to safety once more. Thus they made on, but the distance they had run
so joyously a short time before, seemed now to stretch before them
without end. Sometimes they paused to rest and gather breath. At these
points they huddled together and whimpered very low, or snarled,
jabbering at the enemy, as she sat on her haunches, waiting.
But the glad time came when they saw below the familiar berry bushes.
Beyond that the arboreal way was not unknown. With a new freedom and
ease they flung themselves forward. Their leaps grew daring and their
feet more sure, till at last they reached the edge of the wood near the
Hollow.
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