"Jason," he said, for there was no misunderstanding her meaning. And
so the slow, laborious task began as the two trudged upward toward the
foothills of the Mountains of the Thipdars.
There lay before them a long, hard climb to the higher altitudes, but
there was water in abundance in the tumbling brooks, dropping down the
hillside, and Jana knew the edible plants, and nuts, and fruits which
grew in riotous profusion in many a dark, deep ravine, and there was
game in plenty to be brought down, when they needed meat, by Jason's
thirty-thirty.
As they proceeded in their quest for Zoram, Jason found greater
opportunity to study his companion and he came to the conclusion
that nature had attained the pinnacle of physical perfection with
the production of this little savage. Every line and curve of that
lithe, brown body sang of symmetry, for The Red Flower of Zoram was a
living poem of beauty. If he had thought that her teeth were beautiful
he was forced to admit that they held no advantage in that respect
over her eyes, her nose or any other of her features. And when she
fell to with her crude stone knife and helped him skin a kill and
prepare the meat for cooking, when he saw the deftness and celerity
with which she made fire with the simplest and most primitive of
utensils, when he witnessed the almost uncanny certitude with which
she located nests of eggs and edible fruit and vegetables, he was
conscious that her perfections were not alone physical and he became
more than ever anxious to acquire a sufficient understanding of her
tongue to be able to communicate with her, though he realized that
he might doubtless suffer a rude awakening and disillusionment when,
through an understanding of her language, he might be able to judge the
limitations of her mind.
When Jana was tired she went beneath a tree, and, making a bed of
grasses, curled up and fell asleep immediately, and, while she slept,
Gridley watched, for the dangers of this primitive land were numerous
and constant. Fully as often as he shot for food he shot to protect
them from some terrible beast, until the encounters became as prosaic
and commonplace as does the constant eluding of death by pedestrians at
congested traffic corners in cities of the outer crust.
When Jason felt the need of sleep, Jana watched and sometimes they
merely rested without sleeping, usually beneath a tree for there they
found the greatest protection from their greatest danger, the fierce
and voracious thipdars from which the mountains took their name. These
hideous, flying reptiles were a constant menace, but so thoroughly had
nature developed a defense against them that the girl could hear their
wings at a greater distance than either of them could see the creatures.
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