A Story Of The Stone Age

: Space And Time

I--UGH-LOMI AND UYA



This story is of a time beyond the memory of man, before the beginning

of history, a time when one might have walked dryshod from France (as we

call it now) to England, and when a broad and sluggish Thames flowed

through its marshes to meet its father Rhine, flowing through a wide and

level country that is under water in these latter days, and which we

know by the name of the No
th Sea. In that remote age the valley which

runs along the foot of the Downs did not exist, and the south of Surrey

was a range of hills, fir-clad on the middle slopes, and snow-capped for

the better part of the year. The cores of its summits still remain as

Leith Hill, and Pitch Hill, and Hindhead. On the lower slopes of the

range, below the grassy spaces where the wild horses grazed, were

forests of yew and sweet-chestnut and elm, and the thickets and dark

places hid the grizzly bear and the hyaena, and the grey apes clambered

through the branches. And still lower amidst the woodland and marsh and

open grass along the Wey did this little drama play itself out to the

end that I have to tell. Fifty thousand years ago it was, fifty thousand

years--if the reckoning of geologists is correct.



And in those days the spring-time was as joyful as it is now, and sent

the blood coursing in just the same fashion. The afternoon sky was blue

with piled white clouds sailing through it, and the southwest wind came

like a soft caress. The new-come swallows drove to and fro. The reaches

of the river were spangled with white ranunculus, the marshy places were

starred with lady's-smock and lit with marsh-mallow wherever the

regiments of the sedges lowered their swords, and the northward-moving

hippopotami, shiny black monsters, sporting clumsily, came floundering

and blundering through it all, rejoicing dimly and possessed with one

clear idea, to splash the river muddy.



Up the river and well in sight of the hippopotami, a number of little

buff-coloured animals dabbled in the water. There was no fear, no

rivalry, and no enmity between them and the hippopotami. As the great

bulks came crashing through the reeds and smashed the mirror of the

water into silvery splashes, these little creatures shouted and

gesticulated with glee. It was the surest sign of high spring. "Boloo!"

they cried. "Baayah. Boloo!" They were the children of the men folk, the

smoke of whose encampment rose from the knoll at the river's bend.

Wild-eyed youngsters they were, with matted hair and little broad-nosed

impish faces, covered (as some children are covered even nowadays) with

a delicate down of hair. They were narrow in the loins and long in the

arms. And their ears had no lobes, and had little pointed tips, a thing

that still, in rare instances, survives. Stark-naked vivid little

gipsies, as active as monkeys and as full of chatter, though a little

wanting in words.



Their elders were hidden from the wallowing hippopotami by the crest of

the knoll. The human squatting-place was a trampled area among the dead

brown fronds of Royal Fern, through which the crosiers of this year's

growth were unrolling to the light and warmth. The fire was a

smouldering heap of char, light grey and black, replenished by the old

women from time to time with brown leaves. Most of the men were

asleep--they slept sitting with their foreheads on their knees. They had

killed that morning a good quarry, enough for all, a deer that had been

wounded by hunting dogs; so that there had been no quarrelling among

them, and some of the women were still gnawing the bones that lay

scattered about. Others were making a heap of leaves and sticks to feed

Brother Fire when the darkness came again, that he might grow strong and

tall therewith, and guard them against the beasts. And two were piling

flints that they brought, an armful at a time, from the bend of the

river where the children were at play.



None of these buff-skinned savages were clothed, but some wore about

their hips rude girdles of adder-skin or crackling undressed hide, from

which depended little bags, not made, but torn from the paws of beasts,

and carrying the rudely-dressed flints that were men's chief weapons and

tools. And one woman, the mate of Uya the Cunning Man, wore a wonderful

necklace of perforated fossils--that others had worn before her. Beside

some of the sleeping men lay the big antlers of the elk, with the tines

chipped to sharp edges, and long sticks, hacked at the ends with flints

into sharp points. There was little else save these things and the

smouldering fire to mark these human beings off from the wild animals

that ranged the country. But Uya the Cunning did not sleep, but sat with

a bone in his hand and scraped busily thereon with a flint, a thing no

animal would do. He was the oldest man in the tribe, beetle-browed,

prognathous, lank-armed; he had a beard and his cheeks were hairy, and

his chest and arms were black with thick hair. And by virtue both of his

strength and cunning he was master of the tribe, and his share was

always the most and the best.



Eudena had hidden herself among the alders, because she was afraid of

Uya. She was still a girl, and her eyes were bright and her smile

pleasant to see. He had given her a piece of the liver, a man's piece,

and a wonderful treat for a girl to get; but as she took it the other

woman with the necklace had looked at her, an evil glance, and Ugh-lomi

had made a noise in his throat. At that, Uya had looked at him long and

steadfastly, and Ugh-lomi's face had fallen. And then Uya had looked at

her. She was frightened and she had stolen away, while the feeding was

still going on, and Uya was busy with the marrow of a bone. Afterwards

he had wandered about as if looking for her. And now she crouched among

the alders, wondering mightily what Uya might be doing with the flint

and the bone. And Ugh-lomi was not to be seen.



Presently a squirrel came leaping through the alders, and she lay so

quiet the little man was within six feet of her before he saw her.

Whereupon he dashed up a stem in a hurry and began to chatter and scold

her. "What are you doing here," he asked, "away from the other men

beasts?" "Peace," said Eudena, but he only chattered more, and then she

began to break off the little black cones to throw at him. He dodged and

defied her, and she grew excited and rose up to throw better, and then

she saw Uya coming down the knoll. He had seen the movement of her pale

arm amidst the thicket--he was very keen-eyed.



At that she forgot the squirrel and set off through the alders and reeds

as fast as she could go. She did not care where she went so long as she

escaped Uya. She splashed nearly knee-deep through a swampy place, and

saw in front of her a slope of ferns--growing more slender and green as

they passed up out of the light into the shade of the young chestnuts.

She was soon amidst the trees--she was very fleet of foot, and she ran

on and on until the forest was old and the vales great, and the vines

about their stems where the light came were thick as young trees, and

the ropes of ivy stout and tight. On she went, and she doubled and

doubled again, and then at last lay down amidst some ferns in a hollow

place near a thicket, and listened with her heart beating in her ears.



She heard footsteps presently rustling among the dead leaves, far off,

and they died away and everything was still again, except the

scandalising of the midges--for the evening was drawing on--and the

incessant whisper of the leaves. She laughed silently to think the

cunning Uya should go by her. She was not frightened. Sometimes, playing

with the other girls and lads, she had fled into the wood, though never

so far as this. It was pleasant to be hidden and alone.



She lay a long time there, glad of her escape, and then she sat up

listening.



It was a rapid pattering growing louder and coming towards her, and in a

little while she could hear grunting noises and the snapping of twigs.

It was a drove of lean grisly wild swine. She turned about her, for a

boar is an ill fellow to pass too closely, on account of the sideway

slash of his tusks, and she made off slantingly through the trees. But

the patter came nearer, they were not feeding as they wandered, but

going fast--or else they would not overtake her--and she caught the limb

of a tree, swung on to it, and ran up the stem with something of the

agility of a monkey.



Down below the sharp bristling backs of the swine were already passing

when she looked. And she knew the short, sharp grunts they made meant

fear. What were they afraid of? A man? They were in a great hurry for

just a man.



And then, so suddenly it made her grip on the branch tighten

involuntarily, a fawn started in the brake and rushed after the swine.

Something else went by, low and grey, with a long body; she did not know

what it was, indeed she saw it only momentarily through the interstices

of the young leaves; and then there came a pause.



She remained stiff and expectant, as rigid almost as though she was a

part of the tree she clung to, peering down.



Then, far away among the trees, clear for a moment, then hidden, then

visible knee-deep in ferns, then gone again, ran a man. She knew it was

young Ugh-lomi by the fair colour of his hair, and there was red upon

his face. Somehow his frantic flight and that scarlet mark made her feel

sick. And then nearer, running heavily and breathing hard, came another

man. At first she could not see, and then she saw, foreshortened and

clear to her, Uya, running with great strides and his eyes staring. He

was not going after Ugh-lomi. His face was white. It was Uya--afraid!

He passed, and was still loud hearing, when something else, something

large and with grizzled fur, swinging along with soft swift strides,

came rushing in pursuit of him.



Eudena suddenly became rigid, ceased to breathe, her clutch convulsive,

and her eyes starting.



She had never seen the thing before, she did not even see him clearly

now, but she knew at once it was the Terror of the Woodshade. His name

was a legend, the children would frighten one another, frighten even

themselves with his name, and run screaming to the squatting-place. No

man had ever killed any of his kind. Even the mighty mammoth feared his

anger. It was the grizzly bear, the lord of the world as the world went

then.



As he ran he made a continuous growling grumble. "Men in my very lair!

Fighting and blood. At the very mouth of my lair. Men, men, men.

Fighting and blood." For he was the lord of the wood and of the caves.



Long after he had passed she remained, a girl of stone, staring down

through the branches. All her power of action had gone from her. She

gripped by instinct with hands and knees and feet. It was some time

before she could think, and then only one thing was clear in her mind,

that the Terror was between her and the tribe--that it would be

impossible to descend.



Presently when her fear was a little abated she clambered into a more

comfortable position, where a great branch forked. The trees rose about

her, so that she could see nothing of Brother Fire, who is black by day.

Birds began to stir, and things that had gone into hiding for fear of

her movements crept out....



After a time the taller branches flamed out at the touch of the sunset.

High overhead the rooks, who were wiser than men, went cawing home to

their squatting-places among the elms. Looking down, things were clearer

and darker. Eudena thought of going back to the squatting-place; she let

herself down some way, and then the fear of the Terror of the Woodshade

came again. While she hesitated a rabbit squealed dismally, and she

dared not descend farther.



The shadows gathered, and the deeps of the forest began stirring. Eudena

went up the tree again to be nearer the light. Down below the shadows

came out of their hiding-places and walked abroad. Overhead the blue

deepened. A dreadful stillness came, and then the leaves began

whispering.



Eudena shivered and thought of Brother Fire.



The shadows now were gathering in the trees, they sat on the branches

and watched her. Branches and leaves were turned to ominous, quiet black

shapes that would spring on her if she stirred. Then the white owl,

flitting silently, came ghostly through the shades. Darker grew the

world and darker, until the leaves and twigs against the sky were black,

and the ground was hidden.



She remained there all night, an age-long vigil, straining her ears for

the things that went on below in the darkness, and keeping motionless

lest some stealthy beast should discover her. Man in those days was

never alone in the dark, save for such rare accidents as this. Age after

age he had learnt the lesson of its terror--a lesson we poor children of

his have nowadays painfully to unlearn. Eudena, though in age a woman,

was in heart like a little child. She kept as still, poor little animal,

as a hare before it is started.



The stars gathered and watched her--her one grain of comfort. In one

bright one she fancied there was something like Ugh-lomi. Then she

fancied it was Ugh-lomi. And near him, red and duller, was Uya, and as

the night passed Ugh-lomi fled before him up the sky.



She tried to see Brother Fire, who guarded the squatting-place from

beasts, but he was not in sight. And far away she heard the mammoths

trumpeting as they went down to the drinking-place, and once some huge

bulk with heavy paces hurried along, making a noise like a calf, but

what it was she could not see. But she thought from the voice it was

Yaaa the rhinoceros, who stabs with his nose, goes always alone, and

rages without cause.



At last the little stars began to hide, and then the larger ones. It was

like all the animals vanishing before the Terror. The Sun was coming,

lord of the sky, as the grizzly was lord of the forest. Eudena wondered

what would happen if one star stayed behind. And then the sky paled to

the dawn.



When the daylight came the fear of lurking things passed, and she could

descend. She was stiff, but not so stiff as you would have been, dear

young lady (by virtue of your upbringing), and as she had not been

trained to eat at least once in three hours, but instead had often

fasted three days, she did not feel uncomfortably hungry. She crept down

the tree very cautiously, and went her way stealthily through the wood,

and not a squirrel sprang or deer started but the terror of the grizzly

bear froze her marrow.



Her desire was now to find her people again. Her dread of Uya the

Cunning was consumed by a greater dread of loneliness. But she had lost

her direction. She had run heedlessly overnight, and she could not tell

whether the squatting-place was sunward or where it lay. Ever and again

she stopped and listened, and at last, very far away, she heard a

measured chinking. It was so faint even in the morning stillness that

she could tell it must be far away. But she knew the sound was that of a

man sharpening a flint.



Presently the trees began to thin out, and then came a regiment of

nettles barring the way. She turned aside, and then she came to a fallen

tree that she knew, with a noise of bees about it. And so presently she

was in sight of the knoll, very far off, and the river under it, and the

children and the hippopotami just as they had been yesterday, and the

thin spire of smoke swaying in the morning breeze. Far away by the

river was the cluster of alders where she had hidden. And at the sight

of that the fear of Uya returned, and she crept into a thicket of

bracken, out of which a rabbit scuttled, and lay awhile to watch the

squatting-place.



The men were mostly out of sight, saving Wau, the flint-chopper; and at

that she felt safer. They were away hunting food, no doubt. Some of the

women, too, were down in the stream, stooping intent, seeking mussels,

crayfish, and water-snails, and at the sight of their occupation Eudena

felt hungry. She rose, and ran through the fern, designing to join them.

As she went she heard a voice among the bracken calling softly. She

stopped. Then suddenly she heard a rustle behind her, and turning, saw

Ugh-lomi rising out of the fern. There were streaks of brown blood and

dirt on his face, and his eyes were fierce, and the white stone of Uya,

the white Fire Stone, that none but Uya dared to touch, was in his hand.

In a stride he was beside her, and gripped her arm. He swung her about,

and thrust her before him towards the woods. "Uya," he said, and waved

his arms about. She heard a cry, looked back, and saw all the women

standing up, and two wading out of the stream. Then came a nearer

howling, and the old woman with the beard, who watched the fire on the

knoll, was waving her arms, and Wau, the man who had been chipping the

flint, was getting to his feet. The little children too were hurrying

and shouting.



"Come!" said Ugh-lomi, and dragged her by the arm.



She still did not understand.



"Uya has called the death word," said Ugh-lomi, and she glanced back at

the screaming curve of figures, and understood.



Wau and all the women and children were coming towards them, a scattered

array of buff shock-headed figures, howling, leaping, and crying. Over

the knoll two youths hurried. Down among the ferns to the right came a

man, heading them off from the wood. Ugh-lomi left her arm, and the two

began running side by side, leaping the bracken and stepping clear and

wide. Eudena, knowing her fleetness and the fleetness of Ugh-lomi,

laughed aloud at the unequal chase. They were an exceptionally

straight-limbed couple for those days.



They soon cleared the open, and drew near the wood of chestnut-trees

again--neither afraid now because neither was alone. They slackened

their pace, already not excessive. And suddenly Eudena cried and swerved

aside, pointing, and looking up through the tree-stems. Ugh-lomi saw

the feet and legs of men running towards him. Eudena was already running

off at a tangent. And as he too turned to follow her they heard the

voice of Uya coming through the trees, and roaring out his rage at them.



Then terror came in their hearts, not the terror that numbs, but the

terror that makes one silent and swift. They were cut off now on two

sides. They were in a sort of corner of pursuit. On the right hand, and

near by them, came the men swift and heavy, with bearded Uya, antler in

hand, leading them; and on the left, scattered as one scatters corn,

yellow dashes among the fern and grass, ran Wau and the women; and even

the little children from the shallow had joined the chase. The two

parties converged upon them. Off they went, with Eudena ahead.



They knew there was no mercy for them. There was no hunting so sweet to

these ancient men as the hunting of men. Once the fierce passion of the

chase was lit, the feeble beginnings of humanity in them were thrown to

the winds. And Uya in the night had marked Ugh-lomi with the death word.

Ugh-lomi was the day's quarry, the appointed feast.



They ran straight--it was their only chance--taking whatever ground came

in the way--a spread of stinging nettles, an open glade, a clump of

grass out of which a hyaena fled snarling. Then woods again, long

stretches of shady leaf-mould and moss under the green trunks. Then a

stiff slope, tree-clad, and long vistas of trees, a glade, a succulent

green area of black mud, a wide open space again, and then a clump of

lacerating brambles, with beast tracks through it. Behind them the chase

trailed out and scattered, with Uya ever at their heels. Eudena kept the

first place, running light and with her breath easy, for Ugh-lomi

carried the Fire Stone in his hand.



It told on his pace--not at first, but after a time. His footsteps

behind her suddenly grew remote. Glancing over her shoulder as they

crossed another open space, Eudena saw that Ugh-lomi was many yards

behind her, and Uya close upon him, with antler already raised in the

air to strike him down. Wau and the others were but just emerging from

the shadow of the woods.



Seeing Ugh-lomi in peril, Eudena ran sideways, looking back, threw up

her arms and cried aloud, just as the antler flew. And young Ugh-lomi,

expecting this and understanding her cry, ducked his head, so that the

missile merely struck his scalp lightly, making but a trivial wound, and

flew over him. He turned forthwith, the quartzite Fire Stone in both

hands, and hurled it straight at Uya's body as he ran loose from the

throw. Uya shouted, but could not dodge it. It took him under the ribs,

heavy and flat, and he reeled and went down without a cry. Ugh-lomi

caught up the antler--one tine of it was tipped with his own blood--and

came running on again with a red trickle just coming out of his hair.



Uya rolled over twice, and lay a moment before he got up, and then he

did not run fast. The colour of his face was changed. Wau overtook him,

and then others, and he coughed and laboured in his breath. But he kept

on.



At last the two fugitives gained the bank of the river, where the stream

ran deep and narrow, and they still had fifty yards in hand of Wau, the

foremost pursuer, the man who made the smiting-stones. He carried one, a

large flint, the shape of an oyster and double the size, chipped to a

chisel edge, in either hand.



They sprang down the steep bank into the stream, rushed through the

water, swam the deep current in two or three strokes, and came out

wading again, dripping and refreshed, to clamber up the farther bank.

It was undermined, and with willows growing thickly therefrom, so that

it needed clambering. And while Eudena was still among the silvery

branches and Ugh-lomi still in the water--for the antler had encumbered

him--Wau came up against the sky on the opposite bank, and the

smiting-stone, thrown cunningly, took the side of Eudena's knee. She

struggled to the top and fell.



They heard the pursuers shout to one another, and Ugh-lomi climbing to

her and moving jerkily to mar Wau's aim, felt the second smiting-stone

graze his ear, and heard the water splash below him.



Then it was Ugh-lomi, the stripling, proved himself to have come to

man's estate. For running on, he found Eudena fell behind, limping, and

at that he turned, and crying savagely and with a face terrible with

sudden wrath and trickling blood, ran swiftly past her back to the bank,

whirling the antler round his head. And Eudena kept on, running stoutly

still, though she must needs limp at every step, and the pain was

already sharp.



So that Wau, rising over the edge and clutching the straight willow

branches, saw Ugh-lomi towering over him, gigantic against the blue;

saw his whole body swing round, and the grip of his hands upon the

antler. The edge of the antler came sweeping through the air, and he saw

no more. The water under the osiers whirled and eddied and went crimson

six feet down the stream. Uya following stopped knee-high across the

stream, and the man who was swimming turned about.



The other men who trailed after--they were none of them very mighty men

(for Uya was more cunning than strong, brooking no sturdy

rivals)--slackened momentarily at the sight of Ugh-lomi standing there

above the willows, bloody and terrible, between them and the halting

girl, with the huge antler waving in his hand. It seemed as though he

had gone into the water a youth, and come out of it a man full grown.



He knew what there was behind him. A broad stretch of grass, and then a

thicket, and in that Eudena could hide. That was clear in his mind,

though his thinking powers were too feeble to see what should happen

thereafter. Uya stood knee-deep, undecided and unarmed. His heavy mouth

hung open, showing his canine teeth, and he panted heavily. His side was

flushed and bruised under the hair. The other man beside him carried a

sharpened stick. The rest of the hunters came up one by one to the top

of the bank, hairy, long-armed men clutching flints and sticks. Two ran

off along the bank down stream, and then clambered to the water, where

Wau had come to the surface struggling weakly. Before they could reach

him he went under again. Two others threatened Ugh-lomi from the bank.



He answered back, shouts, vague insults, gestures. Then Uya, who had

been hesitating, roared with rage, and whirling his fists plunged into

the water. His followers splashed after him.



Ugh-lomi glanced over his shoulder and found Eudena already vanished

into the thicket. He would perhaps have waited for Uya, but Uya

preferred to spar in the water below him until the others were beside

him. Human tactics in those days, in all serious fighting, were the

tactics of the pack. Prey that turned at bay they gathered around and

rushed. Ugh-lomi felt the rush coming, and hurling the antler at Uya,

turned about and fled.



When he halted to look back from the shadow of the thicket, he found

only three of his pursuers had followed him across the river, and they

were going back again. Uya, with a bleeding mouth, was on the farther

side of the stream again, but lower down, and holding his hand to his

side. The others were in the river dragging something to shore. For a

time at least the chase was intermitted.



Ugh-lomi stood watching for a space, and snarled at the sight of Uya.

Then he turned and plunged into the thicket.



In a minute, Eudena came hastening to join him, and they went on hand in

hand. He dimly perceived the pain she suffered from the cut and bruised

knee, and chose the easier ways. But they went on all that day, mile

after mile, through wood and thicket, until at last they came to the

chalkland, open grass with rare woods of beech, and the birch growing

near water, and they saw the Wealden mountains nearer, and groups of

horses grazing together. They went circumspectly, keeping always near

thicket and cover, for this was a strange region--even its ways were

strange. Steadily the ground rose, until the chestnut forests spread

wide and blue below them, and the Thames marshes shone silvery, high and

far. They saw no men, for in those days men were still only just come

into this part of the world, and were moving but slowly along the

river-ways. Towards evening they came on the river again, but now it ran

in a gorge, between high cliffs of white chalk that sometimes overhung

it. Down the cliffs was a scrub of birches and there were many birds

there. And high up the cliff was a little shelf by a tree, whereon they

clambered to pass the night.



They had had scarcely any food; it was not the time of year for berries,

and they had no time to go aside to snare or waylay. They tramped in a

hungry weary silence, gnawing at twigs and leaves. But over the surface

of the cliffs were a multitude of snails, and in a bush were the freshly

laid eggs of a little bird, and then Ugh-lomi threw at and killed a

squirrel in a beech-tree, so that at last they fed well. Ugh-lomi

watched during the night, his chin on his knees; and he heard young

foxes crying hard by, and the noise of mammoths down the gorge, and the

hyaenas yelling and laughing far away. It was chilly, but they dared not

light a fire. Whenever he dozed, his spirit went abroad, and straightway

met with the spirit of Uya, and they fought. And always Ugh-lomi was

paralysed so that he could not smite nor run, and then he would awake

suddenly. Eudena, too, dreamt evil things of Uya, so that they both

awoke with the fear of him in their hearts, and by the light of the dawn

they saw a woolly rhinoceros go blundering down the valley.



During the day they caressed one another and were glad of the sunshine,

and Eudena's leg was so stiff she sat on the ledge all day. Ugh-lomi

found great flints sticking out of the cliff face, greater than any he

had seen, and he dragged some to the ledge and began chipping, so as to

be armed against Uya when he came again. And at one he laughed heartily,

and Eudena laughed, and they threw it about in derision. It had a hole

in it. They stuck their fingers through it, it was very funny indeed.

Then they peeped at one another through it. Afterwards, Ugh-lomi got

himself a stick, and thrusting by chance at this foolish flint, the

stick went in and stuck there. He had rammed it in too tightly to

withdraw it. That was still stranger--scarcely funny, terrible almost,

and for a time Ugh-lomi did not greatly care to touch the thing. It was

as if the flint had bit and held with its teeth. But then he got

familiar with the odd combination. He swung it about, and perceived that

the stick with the heavy stone on the end struck a better blow than

anything he knew. He went to and fro swinging it, and striking with it;

but later he tired of it and threw it aside. In the afternoon he went

up over the brow of the white cliff, and lay watching by a rabbit-warren

until the rabbits came out to play. There were no men thereabouts, and

the rabbits were heedless. He threw a smiting-stone he had made and got

a kill.



That night they made a fire from flint sparks and bracken fronds, and

talked and caressed by it. And in their sleep Uya's spirit came again,

and suddenly, while Ugh-lomi was trying to fight vainly, the foolish

flint on the stick came into his hand, and he struck Uya with it, and

behold! it killed him. But afterwards came other dreams of Uya--for

spirits take a lot of killing, and he had to be killed again. Then after

that the stone would not keep on the stick. He awoke tired and rather

gloomy, and was sulky all the forenoon, in spite of Eudena's kindliness,

and instead of hunting he sat chipping a sharp edge to the singular

flint, and looking strangely at her. Then he bound the perforated flint

on to the stick with strips of rabbit skin. And afterwards he walked up

and down the ledge, striking with it, and muttering to himself, and

thinking of Uya. It felt very fine and heavy in the hand.



Several days, more than there was any counting in those days, five days,

it may be, or six, did Ugh-lomi and Eudena stay on that shelf in the

gorge of the river, and they lost all fear of men, and their fire burnt

redly of a night. And they were very merry together; there was food

every day, sweet water, and no enemies. Eudena's knee was well in a

couple of days, for those ancient savages had quick-healing flesh.

Indeed, they were very happy.



On one of those days Ugh-lomi dropped a chunk of flint over the cliff.

He saw it fall, and go bounding across the river bank into the river,

and after laughing and thinking it over a little he tried another. This

smashed a bush of hazel in the most interesting way. They spent all the

morning dropping stones from the ledge, and in the afternoon they

discovered this new and interesting pastime was also possible from the

cliffbrow. The next day they had forgotten this delight. Or at least, it

seemed they had forgotten.



But Uya came in dreams to spoil the paradise. Three nights he came

fighting Ugh-lomi. In the morning after these dreams Ugh-lomi would walk

up and down, threatening him and swinging the axe, and at last came the

night after Ugh-lomi brained the otter, and they had feasted. Uya went

too far. Ugh-lomi awoke, scowling under his heavy brows, and he took his

axe, and extending his hand towards Eudena he bade her wait for him

upon the ledge. Then he clambered down the white declivity, glanced up

once from the foot of it and flourished his axe, and without looking

back again went striding along the river bank until the overhanging

cliff at the bend hid him.



Two days and nights did Eudena sit alone by the fire on the ledge

waiting, and in the night the beasts howled over the cliffs and down the

valley, and on the cliff over against her the hunched hyaenas prowled

black against the sky. But no evil thing came near her save fear. Once,

far away, she heard the roaring of a lion, following the horses as they

came northward over the grass lands with the spring. All that time she

waited--the waiting that is pain.



And the third day Ugh-lomi came back, up the river. The plumes of a

raven were in his hair. The first axe was red-stained, and had long dark

hairs upon it, and he carried the necklace that had marked the favourite

of Uya in his hand. He walked in the soft places, giving no heed to his

trail. Save a raw cut below his jaw there was not a wound upon him.

"Uya!" cried Ugh-lomi exultant, and Eudena saw it was well. He put the

necklace on Eudena, and they ate and drank together. And after eating he

began to rehearse the whole story from the beginning, when Uya had cast

his eyes on Eudena, and Uya and Ugh-lomi, fighting in the forest, had

been chased by the bear, eking out his scanty words with abundant

pantomime, springing to his feet and whirling the stone axe round when

it came to the fighting. The last fight was a mighty one, stamping and

shouting, and once a blow at the fire that sent a torrent of sparks up

into the night. And Eudena sat red in the light of the fire, gloating on

him, her face flushed and her eyes shining, and the necklace Uya had

made about her neck. It was a splendid time, and the stars that look

down on us looked down on her, our ancestor--who has been dead now these

fifty thousand years.





II--THE CAVE BEAR



In the days when Eudena and Ugh-lomi fled from the people of Uya towards

the fir-clad mountains of the Weald, across the forests of sweet

chestnut and the grass-clad chalkland, and hid themselves at last in the

gorge of the river between the chalk cliffs, men were few and their

squatting-places far between. The nearest men to them were those of the

tribe, a full day's journey down the river, and up the mountains there

were none. Man was indeed a newcomer to this part of the world in that

ancient time, coming slowly along the rivers, generation after

generation, from one squatting-place to another, from the

south-westward. And the animals that held the land, the hippopotamus and

rhinoceros of the river valleys, the horses of the grass plains, the

deer and swine of the woods, the grey apes in the branches, the cattle

of the uplands, feared him but little--let alone the mammoths in the

mountains and the elephants that came through the land in the

summer-time out of the south. For why should they fear him, with but the

rough, chipped flints that he had not learnt to haft and which he threw

but ill, and the poor spear of sharpened wood, as all the weapons he had

against hoof and horn, tooth and claw?



Andoo, the huge cave bear, who lived in the cave up the gorge, had never

even seen a man in all his wise and respectable life, until midway

through one night, as he was prowling down the gorge along the cliff

edge, he saw the glare of Eudena's fire upon the ledge, and Eudena red

and shining, and Ugh-lomi, with a gigantic shadow mocking him upon the

white cliff, going to and fro, shaking his mane of hair, and waving the

axe of stone--the first axe of stone--while he chanted of the killing

of Uya. The cave bear was far up the gorge, and he saw the thing

slanting-ways and far off. He was so surprised he stood quite still upon

the edge, sniffing the novel odour of burning bracken, and wondering

whether the dawn was coming up in the wrong place.



He was the lord of the rocks and caves, was the cave bear, as his

slighter brother, the grizzly, was lord of the thick woods below, and as

the dappled lion--the lion of those days was dappled--was lord of the

thorn-thickets, reed-beds, and open plains. He was the greatest of all

meat-eaters; he knew no fear, none preyed on him, and none gave him

battle; only the rhinoceros was beyond his strength. Even the mammoth

shunned his country. This invasion perplexed him. He noticed these new

beasts were shaped like monkeys, and sparsely hairy like young pigs.

"Monkey and young pig," said the cave bear. "It might not be so bad. But

that red thing that jumps, and the black thing jumping with it yonder!

Never in my life have I seen such things before!"



He came slowly along the brow of the cliff towards them, stopping thrice

to sniff and peer, and the reek of the fire grew stronger. A couple of

hyaenas also were so intent upon the thing below that Andoo, coming soft

and easy, was close upon them before they knew of him or he of them.

They started guiltily and went lurching off. Coming round in a wheel, a

hundred yards off, they began yelling and calling him names to revenge

themselves for the start they had had. "Ya-ha!" they cried. "Who can't

grub his own burrow? Who eats roots like a pig?... Ya-ha!" for even in

those days the hyaena's manners were just as offensive as they are now.



"Who answers the hyaena?" growled Andoo, peering through the midnight

dimness at them, and then going to look at the cliff edge.



There was Ugh-lomi still telling his story, and the fire getting low,

and the scent of the burning hot and strong.



Andoo stood on the edge of the chalk cliff for some time, shifting his

vast weight from foot to foot, and swaying his head to and fro, with his

mouth open, his ears erect and twitching, and the nostrils of his big,

black muzzle sniffing. He was very curious, was the cave bear, more

curious than any of the bears that live now, and the flickering fire and

the incomprehensible movements of the man, let alone the intrusion into

his indisputable province, stirred him with a sense of strange new

happenings. He had been after red deer fawn that night, for the cave

bear was a miscellaneous hunter, but this quite turned him from that

enterprise.



"Ya-ha!" yelled the hyaenas behind. "Ya-ha-ha!"



Peering through the starlight, Andoo saw there were now three or four

going to and fro against the grey hillside. "They will hang about me now

all the night ... until I kill," said Andoo. "Filth of the world!" And

mainly to annoy them, he resolved to watch the red flicker in the gorge

until the dawn came to drive the hyaena scum home. And after a time they

vanished, and he heard their voices, like a party of Cockney

beanfeasters, away in the beechwoods. Then they came slinking near

again. Andoo yawned and went on along the cliff, and they followed. Then

he stopped and went back.



It was a splendid night, beset with shining constellations, the same

stars, but not the same constellations we know, for since those days all

the stars have had time to move into new places. Far away across the

open space beyond where the heavy-shouldered, lean-bodied hyaenas

blundered and howled, was a beechwood, and the mountain slopes rose

beyond, a dim mystery, until their snow-capped summits came out white

and cold and clear, touched by the first rays of the yet unseen moon. It

was a vast silence, save when the yell of the hyaenas flung a vanishing

discordance across its peace, or when from down the hills the trumpeting

of the new-come elephants came faintly on the faint breeze. And below

now, the red flicker had dwindled and was steady, and shone a deeper

red, and Ugh-lomi had finished his story and was preparing to sleep, and

Eudena sat and listened to the strange voices of unknown beasts, and

watched the dark eastern sky growing deeply luminous at the advent of

the moon. Down below, the river talked to itself, and things unseen went

to and fro.



After a time the bear went away, but in an hour he was back again. Then,

as if struck by a thought, he turned, and went up the gorge....



The night passed, and Ugh-lomi slept on. The waning moon rose and lit

the gaunt white cliff overhead with a light that was pale and vague. The

gorge remained in a deeper shadow and seemed all the darker. Then by

imperceptible degrees, the day came stealing in the wake of the

moonlight. Eudena's eyes wandered to the cliff brow overhead once, and

then again. Each time the line was sharp and clear against the sky, and

yet she had a dim perception of something lurking there. The red of the

fire grew deeper and deeper, grey scales spread upon it, its vertical

column of smoke became more and more visible, and up and down the gorge

things that had been unseen grew clear in a colourless illumination. She

may have dozed.



Suddenly she started up from her squatting position, erect and alert,

scrutinising the cliff up and down.



She made the faintest sound, and Ugh-lomi too, light-sleeping like an

animal, was instantly awake. He caught up his axe and came noiselessly

to her side.



The light was still dim, the world now all in black and dark grey, and

one sickly star still lingered overhead. The ledge they were on was a

little grassy space, six feet wide, perhaps, and twenty feet long,

sloping outwardly, and with a handful of St. John's wort growing near

the edge. Below it the soft, white rock fell away in a steep slope of

nearly fifty feet to the thick bush of hazel that fringed the river.

Down the river this slope increased, until some way off a thin grass

held its own right up to the crest of the cliff. Overhead, forty or

fifty feet of rock bulged into the great masses characteristic of

chalk, but at the end of the ledge a gully, a precipitous groove of

discoloured rock, slashed the face of the cliff, and gave a footing to a

scrubby growth, by which Eudena and Ugh-lomi went up and down.



They stood as noiseless as startled deer, with every sense expectant.

For a minute they heard nothing, and then came a faint rattling of dust

down the gully, and the creaking of twigs.



Ugh-lomi gripped his axe, and went to the edge of the ledge, for the

bulge of the chalk overhead had hidden the upper part of the gully. And

forthwith, with a sudden contraction of the heart, he saw the cave bear

half-way down from the brow, and making a gingerly backward step with

his flat hind-foot. His hind-quarters were towards Ugh-lomi, and he

clawed at the rocks and bushes so that he seemed flattened against the

cliff. He looked none the less for that. From his shining snout to his

stumpy tail he was a lion and a half, the length of two tall men. He

looked over his shoulder, and his huge mouth was open with the exertion

of holding up his great carcase, and his tongue lay out....



He got his footing, and came down slowly, a yard nearer.



"Bear," said Ugh-lomi, looking round with his face white.



But Eudena, with terror in her eyes, was pointing down the cliff.



Ugh-lomi's mouth fell open. For down below, with her big fore-feet

against the rock, stood another big brown-grey bulk--the she-bear. She

was not so big as Andoo, but she was big enough for all that.



Then suddenly Ugh-lomi gave a cry, and catching up a handful of the

litter of ferns that lay scattered on the ledge, he thrust it into the

pallid ash of the fire. "Brother Fire!" he cried, "Brother Fire!" And

Eudena, starting into activity, did likewise. "Brother Fire! Help, help!

Brother Fire!"



Brother Fire was still red in his heart, but he turned to grey as they

scattered him. "Brother Fire!" they screamed. But he whispered and

passed, and there was nothing but ashes. Then Ugh-lomi danced with anger

and struck the ashes with his fist. But Eudena began to hammer the

firestone against a flint. And the eyes of each were turning ever and

again towards the gully by which Andoo was climbing down. Brother Fire!



Suddenly the huge furry hind-quarters of the bear came into view,

beneath the bulge of the chalk that had hidden him. He was still

clambering gingerly down the nearly vertical surface. His head was yet

out of sight, but they could hear him talking to himself. "Pig and

monkey," said the cave bear. "It ought to be good."



Eudena struck a spark and blew at it; it twinkled brighter and

then--went out. At that she cast down flint and firestone and stared

blankly. Then she sprang to her feet and scrambled a yard or so up the

cliff above the ledge. How she hung on even for a moment I do not know,

for the chalk was vertical and without grip for a monkey. In a couple of

seconds she had slid back to the ledge again with bleeding hands.



Ugh-lomi was making frantic rushes about the ledge--now he would go to

the edge, now to the gully. He did not know what to do, he could not

think. The she-bear looked smaller than her mate--much. If they rushed

down on her together, one might live. "Ugh?" said the cave bear, and

Ugh-lomi turned again and saw his little eyes peering under the bulge of

the chalk.



Eudena, cowering at the end of the ledge, began to scream like a gripped

rabbit.



At that a sort of madness came upon Ugh-lomi. With a mighty cry, he

caught up his axe and ran towards Andoo. The monster gave a grunt of

surprise. In a moment Ugh-lomi was clinging to a bush right underneath

the bear, and in another he was hanging to its back half buried in fur,

with one fist clutched in the hair under its jaw. The bear was too

astonished at this fantastic attack to do more than cling passive. And

then the axe, the first of all axes, rang on its skull.



The bear's head twisted from side to side, and he began a petulant

scolding growl. The axe bit within an inch of the left eye, and the hot

blood blinded that side. At that the brute roared with surprise and

anger, and his teeth gnashed six inches from Ugh-lomi's face. Then the

axe, clubbed close, came down heavily on the corner of the jaw.



The next blow blinded the right side and called forth a roar, this time

of pain. Eudena saw the huge, flat feet slipping and sliding, and

suddenly the bear gave a clumsy leap sideways, as if for the ledge. Then

everything vanished, and the hazels smashed, and a roar of pain and a

tumult of shouts and growls came up from far below.



Eudena screamed and ran to the edge and peered over. For a moment, man

and bears were a heap together, Ugh-lomi uppermost; and then he had

sprung clear and was scaling the gully again, with the bears rolling and

striking at one another among the hazels. But he had left his axe below,

and three knob-ended streaks of carmine were shooting down his thigh.

"Up!" he cried, and in a moment Eudena was leading the way to the top of

the cliff.



In half a minute they were at the crest, their hearts pumping noisily,

with Andoo and his wife far and safe below them. Andoo was sitting on

his haunches, both paws at work, trying with quick exasperated movements

to wipe the blindness out of his eyes, and the she-bear stood on

all-fours a little way off, ruffled in appearance and growling angrily.

Ugh-lomi flung himself flat on the grass, and lay panting and bleeding

with his face on his arms.



For a second Eudena regarded the bears, then she came and sat beside

him, looking at him....



Presently she put forth her hand timidly and touched him, and made the

guttural sound that was his name. He turned over and raised himself on

his arm. His face was pale, like the face of one who is afraid. He

looked at her steadfastly for a moment, and then suddenly he laughed.

"Waugh!" he said exultantly.



"Waugh!" said she--a simple but expressive conversation.



Then Ugh-lomi came and knelt beside her, and on hands and knees peered

over the brow and examined the gorge. His breath was steady now, and the

blood on his leg had ceased to flow, though the scratches the she-bear

had made were open and wide. He squatted up and sat staring at the

footmarks of the great bear as they came to the gully--they were as wide

as his head and twice as long. Then he jumped up and went along the

cliff face until the ledge was visible. Here he sat down for some time

thinking, while Eudena watched him. Presently she saw the bears had

gone.



At last Ugh-lomi rose, as one whose mind is made up. He returned towards

the gully, Eudena keeping close by him, and together they clambered to

the ledge. They took the firestone and a flint, and then Ugh-lomi went

down to the foot of the cliff very cautiously, and found his axe. They

returned to the cliff as quietly as they could, and set off at a brisk

walk. The ledge was a home no longer, with such callers in the

neighbourhood. Ugh-lomi carried the axe and Eudena the firestone. So

simple was a Palaeolithic removal.



They went up-stream, although it might lead to the very lair of the

cave bear, because there was no other way to go. Down the stream was the

tribe, and had not Ugh-lomi killed Uya and Wau? By the stream they had

to keep--because of drinking.



So they marched through beech trees, with the gorge deepening until the

river flowed, a frothing rapid, five hundred feet below them. Of all the

changeful things in this world of change, the courses of rivers in deep

valleys change least. It was the river Wey, the river we know to-day,

and they marched over the very spots where nowadays stand little

Guildford and Godalming--the first human beings to come into the land.

Once a grey ape chattered and vanished, and all along the cliff edge,

vast and even, ran the spoor of the great cave bear.



And then the spoor of the bear fell away from the cliff, showing,

Ugh-lomi thought, that he came from some place to the left, and keeping

to the cliff's edge, they presently came to an end. They found

themselves looking down on a great semi-circular space caused by the

collapse of the cliff. It had smashed right across the gorge, banking

the up-stream water back in a pool which overflowed in a rapid. The slip

had happened long ago. It was grassed over, but the face of the cliffs

that stood about the semicircle was still almost fresh-looking and white

as on the day when the rock must have broken and slid down. Starkly

exposed and black under the foot of these cliffs were the mouths of

several caves. And as they stood there, looking at the space, and

disinclined to skirt it, because they thought the bears' lair lay

somewhere on the left in the direction they must needs take, they saw

suddenly first one bear and then two coming up the grass slope to the

right and going across the amphitheatre towards the caves. Andoo was

first; he dropped a little on his fore-foot and his mien was despondent,

and the she-bear came shuffling behind.



Eudena and Ugh-lomi stepped back from the cliff until they could just

see the bears over the verge. Then Ugh-lomi stopped. Eudena pulled his

arm, but he turned with a forbidding gesture, and her hand dropped.

Ugh-lomi stood watching the bears, with his axe in his hand, until they

had vanished into the cave. He growled softly, and shook the axe at the

she-bear's receding quarters. Then to Eudena's terror, instead of

creeping off with her, he lay flat down and crawled forward into such a

position that he could just see the cave. It was bears--and he did it

as calmly as if it had been rabbits he was watching!



He lay still, like a barked log, sun-dappled, in the shadow of the

trees. He was thinking. And Eudena had learnt, even when a little girl,

that when Ugh-lomi became still like that, jaw-bone on fist, novel

things presently began to happen.



It was an hour before the thinking was over; it was noon when the two

little savages had found their way to the cliff brow that overhung the

bears' cave. And all the long afternoon they fought desperately with a

great boulder of chalk; trundling it, with nothing but their unaided

sturdy muscles, from the gully where it had hung like a loose tooth,

towards the cliff top. It was full two yards about, it stood as high as

Eudena's waist, it was obtuse-angled and toothed with flints. And when

the sun set it was poised, three inches from the edge, above the cave of

the great cave bear.



In the cave conversation languished during that afternoon. The she-bear

snoozed sulkily in her corner--for she was fond of pig and monkey--and

Andoo was busy licking the side of his paw and smearing his face to cool

the smart and inflammation of his wounds. Afterwards he went and sat

just within the mouth of the cave, blinking out at the afternoon sun

with his uninjured eye, and thinking.



"I never was so startled in my life," he said at last. "They are the

most extraordinary beasts. Attacking me!"



"I don't like them," said the she-bear, out of the darkness behind.



"A feebler sort of beast I never saw. I can't think what the world is

coming to. Scraggy, weedy legs.... Wonder how they keep warm in winter?"



"Very likely they don't," said the she-bear.



"I suppose it's a sort of monkey gone wrong."



"It's a change," said the she-bear.



A pause.



"The advantage he had was merely accidental," said Andoo. "These things

will happen at times."



"I can't understand why you let go," said the she-bear.



That matter had been discussed before, and settled. So Andoo, being a

bear of experience, remained silent for a space. Then he resumed upon a

different aspect of the matter. "He has a sort of claw--a long claw that

he seemed to have first on one paw and then on the other. Just one claw.

They're very odd things. The bright thing, too, they seemed to

have--like that glare that comes in the sky in daytime--only it jumps

about--it's really worth seeing. It's a thing with a root, too--like

grass when it is windy."



"Does it bite?" asked the she-bear. "If it bites it can't be a plant."



"No----I don't know," said Andoo. "But it's curious, anyhow."



"I wonder if they are good eating?" said the she-bear.



"They look it," said Andoo, with appetite--for the cave bear, like the

polar bear, was an incurable carnivore--no roots or honey for him.



The two bears fell into a meditation for a space. Then Andoo resumed his

simple attentions to his eye. The sunlight up the green slope before the

cave mouth grew warmer in tone and warmer, until it was a ruddy amber.



"Curious sort of thing--day," said the cave bear. "Lot too much of it, I

think. Quite unsuitable for hunting. Dazzles me always. I can't smell

nearly so well by day."



The she-bear did not answer, but there came a measured crunching sound

out of the darkness. She had turned up a bone. Andoo yawned. "Well," he

said. He strolled to the cave mouth and stood with his head projecting,

surveying the amphitheatre. He found he had to turn his head completely

round to see objects on his right-hand side. No doubt that eye would be

all right to-morrow.



He yawned again. There was a tap overhead, and a big mass of chalk flew

out from the cliff face, dropped a yard in front of his nose, and

starred into a dozen unequal fragments. It startled him extremely.



When he had recovered a little from his shock, he went and sniffed

curiously at the representative pieces of the fallen projectile. They

had a distinctive flavour, oddly reminiscent of the two drab animals of

the ledge. He sat up and pawed the larger lump, and walked round it

several times, trying to find a man about it somewhere....



When night had come he went off down the river gorge to see if he could

cut off either of the ledge's occupants. The ledge was empty, there were

no signs of the red thing, but as he was rather hungry he did not loiter

long that night, but pushed on to pick up a red deer fawn. He forgot

about the drab animals. He found a fawn, but the doe was close by and

made an ugly fight for her young. Andoo had to leave the fawn, but as

her blood was up she stuck to the attack, and at last he got in a blow

of his paw on her nose, and so got hold of her. More meat but less

delicacy, and the she-bear, following, had her share. The next

afternoon, curiously enough, the very fellow of the first white rock

fell, and smashed precisely according to precedent.



The aim of the third, that fell the night after, however, was better. It

hit Andoo's unspeculative skull with a crack that echoed up the cliff,

and the white fragments went dancing to all the points of the compass.

The she-bear coming after him and sniffing curiously at him, found him

lying in an odd sort of attitude, with his head wet and all out of

shape. She was a young she-bear, and inexperienced, and having sniffed

about him for some time and licked him a little, and so forth, she

decided to leave him until the odd mood had passed, and went on her

hunting alone.



She looked up the fawn of the red doe they had killed two nights ago,

and found it. But it was lonely hunting without Andoo, and she returned

caveward before dawn. The sky was grey and overcast, the trees up the

gorge were black and unfamiliar, and into her ursine mind came a dim

sense of strange and dreary happenings. She lifted up her voice and

called Andoo by name. The sides of the gorge re-echoed her.



As she approached the caves she saw in the half light, and heard a

couple of jackals scuttle off, and immediately after a hyaena howled and

a dozen clumsy bulks went lumbering up the slope, and stopped and yelled

derision. "Lord of the rocks and caves--ya-ha!" came down the wind. The

dismal feeling in the she-bear's mind became suddenly acute. She

shuffled across the amphitheatre.



"Ya-ha!" said the hyaenas, retreating. "Ya-ha!"



The cave bear was not lying quite in the same attitude, because the

hyaenas had been busy, and in one place his ribs showed white. Dotted

over the turf about him lay the smashed fragments of the three great

lumps of chalk. And the air was full of the scent of death.



The she-bear stopped dead. Even now, that the great and wonderful Andoo

was killed was beyond her believing. Then she heard far overhead a

sound, a queer sound, a little like the shout of a hyaena but fuller and

lower in pitch. She looked up, her little dawn-blinded eyes seeing

little, her nostrils quivering. And there, on the cliff edge, far above

her against the bright pink of dawn, were two little shaggy round dark

things, the heads of Eudena and Ugh-lomi, as they shouted derision at

her. But though she could not see them very distinctly she could hear,

and dimly she began to apprehend. A novel feeling as of imminent strange

evils came into her heart.



She began to examine the smashed fragments of chalk that lay about

Andoo. For a space she stood still, looking about her and making a low

continuous sound that was almost a moan. Then she went back

incredulously to Andoo to make one last effort to rouse him.





III--THE FIRST HORSEMAN



In the days before Ugh-lomi there was little trouble between the horses

and men. They lived apart--the men in the river swamps and thickets, the

horses on the wide grassy uplands between the chestnuts and the pines.

Sometimes a pony would come straying into the clogging marshes to make a

flint-hacked meal, and sometimes the tribe would find one, the kill of a

lion, and drive off the jackals, and feast heartily while the sun was

high. These horses of the old time were clumsy at the fetlock and

dun-coloured, with a rough tail and big head. They came every

spring-time north-westward into the country, after the swallows and

before the hippopotami, as the grass on the wide downland stretches

grew long. They came only in small bodies thus far, each herd, a

stallion and two or three mares and a foal or so, having its own stretch

of country, and they went again when the chestnut-trees were yellow and

the wolves came down the Wealden mountains.



It was their custom to graze right out in the open, going into cover

only in the heat of the day. They avoided the long stretches of thorn

and beechwood, preferring an isolated group of trees void of ambuscade,

so that it was hard to come upon them. They were never fighters; their

heels and teeth were for one another, but in the clear country, once

they were started, no living thing came near them, though perhaps the

elephant might have done so had he felt the need. And in those days man

seemed a harmless thing enough. No whisper of prophetic intelligence

told the species of the terrible slavery that was to come, of the whip

and spur and bearing-rein, the clumsy load and the slippery street, the

insufficient food, and the knacker's yard, that was to replace the wide

grass-land and the freedom of the earth.



Down in the Wey marshes Ugh-lomi and Eudena had never seen the horses

closely, but now they saw them every day as the two of them raided out

from their lair on the ledge in the gorge, raiding together in search of

food. They had returned to the ledge after the killing of Andoo; for of

the she-bear they were not afraid. The she-bear had become afraid of

them, and when she winded them she went aside. The two went together

everywhere; for since they had left the tribe Eudena was not so much

Ugh-lomi's woman as his mate; she learnt to hunt even--as much, that is,

as any woman could. She was indeed a marvellous woman. He would lie for

hours watching a beast, or planning catches in that shock head of his,

and she would stay beside him, with her bright eyes upon him, offering

no irritating suggestions--as still as any man. A wonderful woman!



At the top of the cliff was an open grassy lawn and then beechwoods, and

going through the beechwoods one came to the edge of the rolling grassy

expanse, and in sight of the horses. Here, on the edge of the wood and

bracken, were the rabbit-burrows, and here among the fronds Eudena and

Ugh-lomi would lie with their throwing-stones ready, until the little

people came out to nibble and play in the sunset. And while Eudena would

sit, a silent figure of watchfulness, regarding the burrows, Ugh-lomi's

eyes were ever away across the greensward at those wonderful grazing

strangers.



In a dim way he appreciated their grace and their supple nimbleness. As

the sun declined in the evening-time, and the heat of the day passed,

they would become active, would start chasing one another, neighing,

dodging, shaking their manes, coming round in great curves, sometimes so

close that the pounding of the turf sounded like hurried thunder. It

looked so fine that Ugh-lomi wanted to join in badly. And sometimes one

would roll over on the turf, kicking four hoofs heavenward, which seemed

formidable and was certainly much less alluring.



Dim imaginings ran through Ugh-lomi's mind as he watched--by virtue of

which two rabbits lived the longer. And sleeping, his brains were

clearer and bolder--for that was the way in those days. He came near the

horses, he dreamt, and fought, smiting-stone against hoof, but then the

horses changed to men, or, at least, to men with horses' heads, and he

awoke in a cold sweat of terror.



Yet the next day in the morning, as the horses were grazing, one of the

mares whinnied, and they saw Ugh-lomi coming up the wind. They all

stopped their eating and watched him. Ugh-lomi was not coming towards

them, but strolling obliquely across the open, looking at anything in

the world but horses. He had stuck three fern-fronds into the mat of his

hair, giving him a remarkable appearance, and he walked very slowly.

"What's up now?" said the Master Horse, who was capable, but

inexperienced.



"It looks more like the first half of an animal than anything else in

the world," he said. "Fore-legs and no hind."



"It's only one of those pink monkey things," said the Eldest Mare.

"They're a sort of river monkey. They're quite common on the plains."



Ugh-lomi continued his oblique advance. The Eldest Mare was struck with

the want of motive in his proceedings.



"Fool!" said the Eldest Mare, in a quick conclusive way she had. She

resumed her grazing. The Master Horse and the Second Mare followed suit.



"Look! he's nearer," said the Foal with a stripe.



One of the younger foals made uneasy movements. Ugh-lomi squatted down,

and sat regarding the horses fixedly. In a little while he was

satisfied that they meant neither flight nor hostilities. He began to

consider his next procedure. He did not feel anxious to kill, but he had

his axe with him, and the spirit of sport was upon him. How would one

kill one of these creatures?--these great beautiful crea



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