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Once
we
broke
back
to
the
westward
,
crossing
a
range
of
mountains
and
coming
down
to
the
coast
.
But
it
was
no
place
for
us
.
There
were
no
trees
—
only
bleak
headlands
,
a
thundering
surf
,
and
strong
winds
that
seemed
never
to
cease
from
blowing
.
We
turned
back
across
the
mountains
,
travelling
east
and
south
,
until
we
came
in
touch
with
the
great
swamp
again
.
Soon
we
gained
the
southern
extremity
of
the
swamp
,
and
we
continued
our
course
south
and
east
.
It
was
a
pleasant
land
.
The
air
was
warm
,
and
we
were
again
in
the
forest
.
Later
on
we
crossed
a
low
-
lying
range
of
hills
and
found
ourselves
in
an
even
better
forest
country
.
The
farther
we
penetrated
from
the
coast
the
warmer
we
found
it
,
and
we
went
on
and
on
until
we
came
to
a
large
river
that
seemed
familiar
to
the
Swift
One
.
It
was
where
she
must
have
come
during
the
four
years
’
absence
from
the
horde
.
This
river
we
crossed
on
logs
,
landing
on
side
at
the
large
bluff
.
High
up
on
the
bluff
we
found
our
new
home
most
difficult
of
access
and
quite
hidden
from
any
eye
beneath
.
There
is
little
more
of
my
tale
to
tell
.
Here
the
Swift
One
and
I
lived
and
reared
our
family
.
And
here
my
memories
end
.
We
never
made
another
migration
.
I
never
dream
beyond
our
high
,
inaccessible
cave
.
And
here
must
have
been
born
the
child
that
inherited
the
stuff
of
my
dreams
,
that
had
moulded
into
its
being
all
the
impressions
of
my
life
—
or
of
the
life
of
Big
-
Tooth
,
rather
,
who
is
my
other
-
self
,
and
not
my
real
self
,
but
who
is
so
real
to
me
that
often
I
am
unable
to
tell
what
age
I
am
living
in
.
I
often
wonder
about
this
line
of
descent
.
I
,
the
modern
,
am
incontestably
a
man
;
yet
I
,
Big
-
Tooth
,
the
primitive
,
am
not
a
man
.
Somewhere
,
and
by
straight
line
of
descent
,
these
two
parties
to
my
dual
personality
were
connected
.
Were
the
Folk
,
before
their
destruction
,
in
the
process
of
becoming
men
?
And
did
I
and
mine
carry
through
this
process
?
On
the
other
hand
,
may
not
some
descendant
of
mine
have
gone
in
to
the
Fire
People
and
become
one
of
them
?
I
do
not
know
.
There
is
no
way
of
learning
.
One
thing
only
is
certain
,
and
that
is
that
Big
-
Tooth
did
stamp
into
the
cerebral
constitution
of
one
of
his
progeny
all
the
impressions
of
his
life
,
and
stamped
them
in
so
indelibly
that
the
hosts
of
intervening
generations
have
failed
to
obliterate
them
.
There
is
one
other
thing
of
which
I
must
speak
before
I
close
.
It
is
a
dream
that
I
dream
often
,
and
in
point
of
time
the
real
event
must
have
occurred
during
the
period
of
my
living
in
the
high
,
inaccessible
cave
.
I
remember
that
I
wandered
far
in
the
forest
toward
the
east
.
There
I
came
upon
a
tribe
of
Tree
People
.
I
crouched
in
a
thicket
and
watched
them
at
play
.
They
were
holding
a
laughing
council
,
jumping
up
and
down
and
screeching
rude
choruses
.
Suddenly
they
hushed
their
noise
and
ceased
their
capering
.
They
shrank
down
in
fear
,
and
quested
anxiously
about
with
their
eyes
for
a
way
of
retreat
.
Then
Red
-
Eye
walked
in
among
them
.
They
cowered
away
from
him
.
All
were
frightened
.
But
he
made
no
attempt
to
hurt
them
.
He
was
one
of
them
.
At
his
heels
,
on
stringy
bended
legs
,
supporting
herself
with
knuckles
to
the
ground
on
either
side
,
walked
an
old
female
of
the
Tree
People
,
his
latest
wife
He
sat
down
in
the
midst
of
the
circle
.
I
can
see
him
now
,
as
I
write
this
,
scowling
,
his
eyes
inflamed
,
as
he
peers
about
him
at
the
circle
of
the
Tree
People
.
And
as
he
peers
he
crooks
one
monstrous
leg
and
with
his
gnarly
toes
scratches
himself
on
the
stomach
.
He
is
Red
-
Eye
,
the
atavism
.