Honolulu star-bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1912-2010, 1916-06-12

one of them was the little. wiEcned
old hunter They landed on our beach,
and he limped across the sand and ex-
amined our caves.
They went away in a few minutes,
but the Swift One was badly scared.
We were all frightened, but none OF US
to the extent that she was. She whim-
pered and cried and was restless all
that night. In the morning she took
the child in her arms and by sharp
cries, gestures and example started me
on our second long flight. There were
eight of the folk tall that was left of
the hordeD that remained behind in the
caves. There was no hope for them.
Without doubt, even If the Fire People
did not return, they must soon have
persisted. II was bad climate down
there by the sea. The folk were not
constituted for the coast dwelling life.
We travelled south. for days skirting
the great swamp. but never verturing
into il. Once We broke back to the
westward, crossing range of NOUN
tains and coming down to the coast.
But II was no. place for us. There
were no trees, only bleak headlands, a
laundering 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 ex-
4tremIn@ the swamp, and We cOntin-
pa FnISf q
pleasant land. The air was warm,
and weswere again in the forest. Later
on we crossed low lying range of
hills aud 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. 1t
was where she must have come dur
ing the four years absence from the
horde, This river we crossed on logs,
landing on the other side at the base
of large bluff. High up on the bluff
we found our new home, a cave most
difficult of access and quite hidden
from any eye beneath.
There is little more if my tale to
tell. Here, the Swift One and | lived
and reared our family. And here my
memories end. We never made an
other migrs alton. / never dream be-
yond our hfth, inaccessible cave. And
here must have been born the child
that inherited the stuff of my dreams,
that had molied into ITS being all the
Of my life, or of the life
of Big Tooth, rather, who is my other
self and not myrreal self, but who is
so real TO me that often am unable
to tell what age ! am living in.
often wonder about this line of de-
scent. 1, the, modern. am incontest-
ably a man, yet /. Big Tooth, the prim-
tive, am not 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 beccm-
ing men? And did and mine carry
through this process? On the other
hand, may not some descendant of
mine have gone into the Fire People
and become one Of them? l 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 pro-
geny all the impressions of his life and
stamped them in so indelibly that the
hosts. of interyening 81 genera have
fhiled to obliterate item. IT, e.
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