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They
were
more
hairy
,
it
is
true
;
their
legs
were
a
trifle
more
twisted
and
gnarly
,
their
eyes
a
bit
smaller
,
their
necks
a
bit
thicker
and
shorter
,
and
their
nostrils
slightly
more
like
orifices
in
a
sunken
surface
;
but
they
had
no
hair
on
their
faces
and
on
the
palms
of
their
hands
and
the
soles
of
their
feet
,
and
they
made
sounds
similar
to
ours
with
somewhat
similar
meanings
.
After
all
,
the
Tree
People
and
the
Folk
were
not
so
unlike
.
I
found
him
first
,
a
little
withered
,
dried
-
up
old
fellow
,
wrinkled
-
faced
and
bleary
-
eyed
and
tottery
.
He
was
legitimate
prey
.
In
our
world
there
was
no
sympathy
between
the
kinds
,
and
he
was
not
our
kind
.
He
was
a
Tree
-
Man
,
and
he
was
very
old
.
He
was
sitting
at
the
foot
of
a
tree
—
evidently
his
tree
,
for
we
could
see
the
tattered
nest
in
the
branches
,
in
which
he
slept
at
night
.
I
pointed
him
out
to
Lop
-
Ear
,
and
we
made
a
rush
for
him
.
He
started
to
climb
,
but
was
too
slow
.
I
caught
him
by
the
leg
and
dragged
him
back
.
Then
we
had
fun
.
We
pinched
him
,
pulled
his
hair
,
tweaked
his
ears
,
and
poked
twigs
into
him
,
and
all
the
while
we
laughed
with
streaming
eyes
.
His
futile
anger
was
most
absurd
.
He
was
a
comical
sight
,
striving
to
fan
into
flame
the
cold
ashes
of
his
youth
,
to
resurrect
his
strength
dead
and
gone
through
the
oozing
of
the
years
—
making
woeful
faces
in
place
of
the
ferocious
ones
he
intended
,
grinding
his
worn
teeth
together
,
beating
his
meagre
chest
with
feeble
fists
.
Also
,
he
had
a
cough
,
and
he
gasped
and
hacked
and
spluttered
prodigiously
.
Every
time
he
tried
to
climb
the
tree
we
pulled
him
back
,
until
at
last
he
surrendered
to
his
weakness
and
did
no
more
than
sit
and
weep
.
And
Lop
-
Ear
and
I
sat
with
him
,
our
arms
around
each
other
,
and
laughed
at
his
wretchedness
.
From
weeping
he
went
to
whining
,
and
from
whining
to
wailing
,
until
at
last
he
achieved
a
scream
.
This
alarmed
us
,
but
the
more
we
tried
to
make
him
cease
,
the
louder
he
screamed
.
And
then
,
from
not
far
away
in
the
forest
,
came
a
“
Goek
!
Goek
!
”
to
our
ears
.
To
this
there
were
answering
cries
,
several
of
them
,
and
from
very
far
off
we
could
hear
a
big
,
bass
“
Goek
!
Goek
!
Goek
!
”
Also
,
the
“
Whoo
-
whoo
!
”
call
was
rising
in
the
forest
all
around
us
.
Then
came
the
chase
.
It
seemed
it
never
would
end
.
They
raced
us
through
the
trees
,
the
whole
tribe
of
them
,
and
nearly
caught
us
.
We
were
forced
to
take
to
the
ground
,
and
here
we
had
the
advantage
,
for
they
were
truly
the
Tree
People
,
and
while
they
out
-
climbed
us
we
out
-
footed
them
on
the
ground
.
We
broke
away
toward
the
north
,
the
tribe
howling
on
our
track
.
Across
the
open
spaces
we
gained
,
and
in
the
brush
they
caught
up
with
us
,
and
more
than
once
it
was
nip
and
tuck
.
And
as
the
chase
continued
,
we
realized
that
we
were
not
their
kind
,
either
,
and
that
the
bonds
between
us
were
anything
but
sympathetic
.
They
ran
us
for
hours
.
The
forest
seemed
interminable
.
We
kept
to
the
glades
as
much
as
possible
,
but
they
always
ended
in
more
thick
forest
.
Sometimes
we
thought
we
had
escaped
,
and
sat
down
to
rest
;
but
always
,
before
we
could
recover
our
breath
,
we
would
hear
the
hateful
“
Whoo
-
whoo
!
”
cries
and
the
terrible
“
Goek
!
Goek
!
Goek
!
”
This
latter
sometimes
terminated
in
a
savage
“
Ha
ha
ha
ha
haaaaa
!
!
!
”
And
in
this
fashion
were
we
hunted
through
the
forest
by
the
exasperated
Tree
People
.
At
last
,
by
mid
-
afternoon
,
the
slopes
began
rising
higher
and
higher
and
the
trees
were
becoming
smaller
.
Then
we
came
out
on
the
grassy
flanks
of
the
mountains
.
Here
was
where
we
could
make
time
,
and
here
the
Tree
People
gave
up
and
returned
to
their
forest
.
