The First Days of Man, as Narrated Quite Simply for Young ReadersKummer, Frederic Arnold
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The First Days of Man, as Narrated Quite Simply for Young Readers
Kummer, Frederic Arnold
Cave dwellers -- Juvenile literature; Prehistoric peoples -- Juvenile literature
"Wind and Rain," she said, "I want you to blow up a great storm, and
turn the little stream in the valley into a mighty torrent, and when
the torrent is strong enough, it will wash away the banks that dam up
the lake at the lower end of the valley, and carry the lake, and all
the fish in it, right down through the low country into the Ocean."
So Wind and Rain made a terrible storm, and the Lightning flashed, and
the Thunder roared, and all the cave men crept into their holes in
the rocks, afraid. For three days the storm swept through the valley,
tearing down the trees, stripping them of their fruit, and turning the
stream into a raging muddy torrent, that tore along in its course like
a flood.
When the Sun at last shone again, and the cave men came out of their
holes to see what had happened, their lake was gone, and in the
foaming yellow torrent that poured through the valley there was not a
single fish.
Of course there was some food remaining, fruit, and nuts, and eggs,
but with so many to feed it did not last long, and as the cold rainy
weather came on, the cave men, without any fish to eat, were soon very
hungry. Once more Mother Nature was about to teach them something new
by means of suffering and pain.
CHAPTER VIII
MA-RA FINDS A NEW KIND OF FOOD, AND A COAT OF FUR
MA-RA, the grandson of Ra, was out looking for food. It was the chief
thing the cave men did. When they had plenty, they would lie in the
sun and sleep, but when food was scarce, as it was now, they spent the
whole day, from morning to night, looking for something to eat.
Ma-Ra went down along the banks of the stream, hoping to find a fish.
It was not so much of a torrent, now, as it had been during the storm,
but it was still swift and strong, dashing down over the rocks in the
narrow way it had cut for itself, and boiling up here and there in
clouds of foam. The wide lake at the lower end of the valley was gone,
and there were no longer any quiet marshy pools along the edge of the
stream, in which fish might live.
The stream poured out of the valley through a narrow gorge, tumbling
over the rocks in a foaming waterfall. This was the only entrance to
the valley, except over the rough, forest-covered hills that surrounded
it on all sides, and none of the cave men, in their hunts for food, had
ever gone outside the valley. They knew nothing of the country beyond,
and were afraid to enter it, not knowing what sort of enemies they
might meet.
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