“After I am man-grown I am going to give Cross-Eyes all the goats, and meat, and skins I can get, so that he'll teach me to be a doctor,” Hoo-Hoo asserted. “And when I know, I'll make everybody else sit up and take notice. They'll get down in the dirt to me, you bet.” The old man nodded his head solemnly, and murmured: “Strange it is to hear the vestiges and remnants of the complicated Aryan speech falling from the lips of a filthy little skin-clad savage. All the world is topsy-turvy. And it has been topsy-turvy ever since the plague.” “You won't make me sit up,” Hare-Lip boasted to the would-be medicine-man. “If I paid you for a sending of the death-stick and it didn't work, I'd bust in your head--understand, you Hoo-Hoo, you?” “I'm going to get Granser to remember this here gunpowder stuff,” Edwin said softly, “and then I'll have you all on the run. You, Hare-Lip, will do my fighting for me and get my meat for me, and you, Hoo-Hoo, will send the death-stick for me and make everybody afraid. And if I catch Hare-Lip trying to bust your head, Hoo-Hoo, I'll fix him with that same gunpowder. Granser ain't such a fool as you think, and I'm going to listen to him and some day I'll be boss over the whole bunch of you.” The old man shook his head sadly, and said: “The gunpowder will come. Nothing can stop it--the same old story over and over. Man will increase, and men will fight. The gunpowder will enable men to kill millions of men, and in this way only, by fire and blood, will a new civilization, in some remote day, be evolved. And of what profit will it be? Just as the old civilization passed, so will the new. It may take fifty thousand years to build, but it will pass. All things pass. Only remain cosmic force and matter, ever in flux, ever acting and reacting and realizing the eternal types--the priest, the soldier, and the king. Out of the mouths of babes comes the wisdom of all the ages. Some will fight, some will rule, some will pray; and all the rest will toil and suffer sore while on their bleeding carcasses is reared again, and yet again, without end, the amazing beauty and surpassing wonder of the civilized state. It were just as well that I destroyed those cave-stored books--whether they remain or perish, all their old truths will be discovered, their old lies lived and handed down. What is the profit--” Hare-Lip leaped to his feet, giving a quick glance at the pasturing goats and the afternoon sun. “Gee!” he muttered to Edwin, “The old geezer gets more long-winded every day. Let's pull for camp.”