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wife　did　not　win　this　shelter。　　An　arrow　brought　her　to

the　ground。　　She　was　severely　hurt；　for　she　made　no

effort　to　get　away。　　She　crouched　in　a　sheltering　way

over　her　baby　（which　clung　tightly　to　her）；　and　made

pleading　signs　and　sounds　to　the　Fire…Men。　　They

gathered　about　her　and　laughed　at　hereven　as　Lop…Ear

and　I　had　laughed　at　the　old　Tree…Man。　　And　even　as　we

had　poked　him　with　twigs　and　sticks；　so　did　the

Fire…Men　with　Red…Eye's　wife。　　They　poked　her　with　the

ends　of　their　bows；　and　prodded　her　in　the　ribs。　　But

she　was　poor　fun。　　She　would　not　fight。　　Nor；　for　that

matter；　would　she　get　angry。　　She　continued　to　crouch

over　her　baby　and　to　plead。　　One　of　the　Fire…Men

stepped　close　to　her。　　In　his　hand　was　a　club。　　She　saw

and　understood；　but　she　made　only　the　pleading　sounds

until　the　blow　fell。



Red…Eye；　in　the　hollow　of　the　trunk；　was　safe　from

their　arrows。　They　stood　together　and　debated　for　a

while；　then　one　of　them　climbed　into　the　tree。　　What

happened　up　there　I　could　not　tell；　but　I　heard　him

yell　and　saw　the　excitement　of　those　that　remained

beneath。　　After　several　minutes　his　body　crashed　down

to　the　ground。　　He　did　not　move。　　They　looked　at　him

and　raised　his　head；　but　it　fell　back　limply　when　they

let　go。　　Red…Eye　had　accounted　for　himself。



They　were　very　angry。　　There　was　an　opening　into　the

trunk　close　to　the　ground。　　They　gathered　wood　and

grass　and　built　a　fire。　The　Swift　One　and　I；　our　arms

around　each　other；　waited　and　watched　in　the　thicket。

Sometimes　they　threw　upon　the　fire　green　branches　with

many　leaves；　whereupon　the　smoke　became　very　thick。



We　saw　them　suddenly　swerve　back　from　the　tree。　　They

were　not　quick　enough。　　Red…Eye's　flying　body　landed　in

the　midst　of　them。



He　was　in　a　frightful　rage；　smashing　about　with　his

long　arms　right　and　left。　　He　pulled　the　face　off　one

of　them；　literally　pulled　it　off　with　those　gnarly

fingers　of　his　and　those　tremendous　muscles。　　He　bit

another　through　the　neck。　　The　Fire…Men　fell　back　with

wild　fierce　yells；　then　rushed　upon　him。　　He　managed　to

get　hold　of　a　club　and　began　crushing　heads　like

eggshells。　　He　was　too　much　for　them；　and　they　were

compelled　to　fall　back　again。　　This　was　his　chance；　and

he　turned　his　back　upon　them　and　ran　for　it；　still

howling　wrathfully。　　A　few　arrows　sped　after　him；　but

he　plunged　into　a　thicket　and　was　gone。



The　Swift　One　and　I　crept　quietly　away；　only　to　run

foul　of　another　party　of　Fire…Men。　　They　chased　us　into

the　blueberry　swamp；　but　we　knew　the　tree…paths　across

the　farther　morasses　where　they　could　not　follow　on　the

ground；　and　so　we　escaped。　　We　came　out　on　the　other

side　into　a　narrow　strip　of　forest　that　separated　the

blueberry　swamp　from　the　great　swamp　that　extended

westward。　　Here　we　met　Lop…Ear。　　How　he　had　escaped　I

cannot　imagine；　unless　he　had　not　slept　the　preceding

night　at　the　caves。



Here；　in　the　strip　of　forest；　we　might　have　built

tree…shelters　and　settled　down；　but　the　Fire　People

were　performing　their　work　of　extermination　thoroughly。

In　the　afternoon；　Hair…Face　and　his　wife　fled　out　from

among　the　trees　to　the　east；　passed　us；　and　were　gone。

They　fled　silently　and　swiftly；　with　alarm　in　their

faces。　　In　the　direction　from　which　they　had　come　we

heard　the　cries　and　yells　of　the　hunters；　and　the

screeching　of　some　one　of　the　Folk。　　The　Fire　People

had　found　their　way　across　the　swamp。



The　Swift　One；　Lop…Ear；　and　I　followed　on　the　heels　of

Hair…Face　and　his　wife。　　When　we　came　to　the　edge　of

the　great　swamp；　we　stopped。　　We　did　not　know　its

paths。　　It　was　outside　our　territory；　and　it　had　been

always　avoided　by　the　Folk。　　None　had　ever　gone　into

itat　least；　to　return。　　In　our　minds　it　represented

mystery　and　fear；　the　terrible　unknown。　　As　I　say；　we

stopped　at　the　edge　of　it。　　We　were　afraid。　　The　cries

of　the　Fire…Men　were　drawing　nearer。　　We　looked　at　one

another。　　Hair…Face　ran　out　on　the　quaking　morass　and

gained　the　firmer　footing　of　a　grass…hummock　a　dozen

yards　away。　　His　wife　did　not　follow。　She　tried　to；　but

shrank　back　from　the　treacherous　surface　and　cowered

down。



The　Swift　One　did　not　wait　for　me；　nor　did　she　pause

till　she　had　passed　beyond　Hair…Face　a　hundred　yards

and　gained　a　much　larger　hummock。　　By　the　time　Lop…Ear

and　I　had　caught　up　with　her；　the　Fire…Men　appeared

among　the　trees。　　Hair…Face's　wife；　driven　by　them　into

panic　terror；　dashed　after　us。　　But　she　ran　blindly；

without　caution；　and　broke　through　the　crust。　　We

turned　and　watched；　and　saw　them　shoot　her　with　arrows

as　she　sank　down　in　the　mud。　　The　arrows　began　falling

about　us。　　Hair…Face　had　now　joined　us；　and　the　four　of

us　plunged　on；　we　knew　not　whither；　deeper　and　deeper

into　the　swamp。







CHAPTER　XVIII





Of　our　wanderings　in　the　great　swamp　I　have　no　clear

knowledge。　When　I　strive　to　remember；　I　have　a　riot　of

unrelated　impressions　and　a　loss　of　time…value。　　I　have

no　idea　of　how　long　we　were　in　that　vast　everglade；　but

it　must　have　been　for　weeks。　　My　memories　of　what

occurred　invariably　take　the　form　of　nightmare。　　For

untold　ages；　oppressed　by　protean　fear；　I　am　aware　of

wandering；　endlessly　wandering；　through　a　dank　and

soggy　wilderness；　where　poisonous　snakes　struck　at　us；

and　animals　roared　around　us；　and　the　mud　quaked　under

us　and　sucked　at　our　heels。



I　know　that　we　were　turned　from　our　course　countless

times　by　streams　and　lakes　and　slimy　seas。　　Then　there

were　storms　and　risings　of　the　water　over　great　areas

of　the　low…lying　lands；　and　there　were　periods　of

hunger　and　misery　when　we　were　kept　prisoners　in　the

trees　for　days　and　days　by　these　transient　floods。



Very　strong　upon　me　is　one　picture。　　Large　trees　are

about　us；　and　from　their　branches　hang　gray　filaments

of　moss；　while　great　creepers；　like　monstrous　serpents；

curl　around　the　trunks　and　writhe　in　tangles　through

the　air。　　And　all　about　is　the　mud；　soft　mud；　that

bubbles　forth　gases；　and　that　heaves　and　sighs　with

internal　agitations。　　And　in　the　midst　of　all　this　are

a　dozen　of　us。　　We　are　lean　and　wretched；　and　our　bones

show　through　our　tight…stretched　skins。　　We　do　not　sing

and　chatter　and　laugh。　　We　play　no　pranks。　　For　once

our　volatile　and　exuberant　spirits　are　hopelessly

subdued。　　We　make　plaintive；　querulous　noises；　look　at

one　another；　and　cluster　close　together。　　It　is　like

the　meeting　of　the　handful　of　survivors　after　the　day

of　the　end　of　the　world。



This　event　is　without　connection　with　the　other　events

in　the　swamp。　　How　we　ever　managed　to　cross　it；　I　do

not　know；　but　at　last　we　came　out　where　a　low　range　of

hills　ran　down　to　the　bank　of　the　river。　　It　was　our

river　emerging　like　ourselves　from　the　great　swamp。　　On

the　south　bank；　where　the　river　had　broken　its　way

through　the　hills；　we　found　many　sand…stone　caves。

Beyond；　toward　the　west；　the　ocean　boomed　on　the　bar

that　lay　across　the　river's　mouth。　　And　here；　in　the

caves；　we　settled　down　in　our　abiding…place　by　the　sea。



There　were　not　many　of　us。　　From　time　to　time；　as　the

days　went　by；　more　of　the　Folk　appeared。　　They　dragged

themselves　from　the　swamp　singly；　and　in　twos　and

threes；　more　dead　than　alive；　mere　perambulating

skeletons；　until　at　last　there　were　thirty　of　us。　Then

no　more　came　from　the　swamp；　and　Red…Eye　was　not　among

us。　It　was　noticeable　that　no　children　had　survived　the

frightful　journey。



I　shall　not　tell　in　detail　of　the　years　we　lived　by　the

sea。　　It　was　not　a　happy　abiding…place。　　The　air　was

raw　and　chill；　and　we　suffered　continually　from

coughing　and　colds。　　We　could　not　survive　in　such　an

environment。　　True；　we　had　children；　but　they　had

little　hold　on　life　and　died　early；　while　we　died

faster　than　new　ones　were　born。　　Our　number　steadily

diminished。



Then　the　radical　change　in　our　diet　was　not　good　for

us。　　We　got　few　vegetables　and　fruits；　and　became

fish…eaters。　　There　were　mussels　and　abalones　and　clams

and　rock…oysters；　and　great　ocean…crabs　that　were

thrown　upon　the　beaches　in　stormy　weather。　　Also；　we

found　several　kinds　of　seaweed　that　were　good　to　eat。

But　the　change　in　diet　caused　us　stomach　troubles；　and

none　of　us　ever　waxed　fat。　　We　were　all　lean　and

dyspeptic…looking。　　It　was　in　getting　the　big　abalones

that　Lop…Ear　was　lost。　　One　of　them　closed　upon　his

fingers　at　low…tide；　and　then　the　flood…tide　came　in

and　drowned　him。　　We　found　his　body　the　next　day；　and

it　was　a　lesson　to　us。　Not　another　one　of　us　was　ever

caught　in　the　closing　shell　of　an　abalone。



The　Swift　One　and　I　managed　to　bring　up　one　child；　a

boyat　least　we　managed　to　bring　him　along　for　several

years。　　But　I　am　quite　confident　he　could　never　have

survived　that　terrible　climate。　　And　then；　one　day；　the

Fire　People　appeared　again。　　They　had　come　down　the

river；　not　on　a　catamaran；　but　in　a　rude　dug…out。

There　were　t