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- We Danced
The months came and went. The drama and tragedy of the future were yet to
come upon the stage, and in the meantime we pounded nuts and lived. It—vas
a good year, I remember, for nuts. We used to fill gourds with nuts and
carry them to the pounding-places. We placed them in depressions in the
rock, and, with a piece of rock in our hands, we cracked them and ate them
as we cracked.
It was the fall of the year when Lop-Ear and I returned from our long
adventure-journey, and the winter that followed was mild. I made frequent
trips to the neighborhood of my old home-tree, and frequently I searched
the whole territory that lay between the blueberry swamp and the mouth of
the slough where Lop-Ear and I had learned navigation, but no clew could I
get of the Swift One. She had disappeared. And I wanted her. I was
impelled by that hunger which I have mentioned, and which was akin to
physical hunger, albeit it came often upon me when my stomach was full.
But all my search was vain.
Life was not monotonous at the caves, however. There was Red-Eye to be
considered. Lop-Ear and I never knew a moment's peace except when we were
in our own little cave. In spite of the enlargement of the entrance we had
made, it was still a tight squeeze for us to get in. And though from time
to time we continued to enlarge, it was still too small for Red-Eye's
monstrous body. But he never stormed our cave again. He had learned the
lesson well, and he carried on his neck a bulging lump to show where I had
hit him with the rock. This lump never went away, and it was prominent
enough to be seen at a distance. I often took great delight in watching
that evidence of my handiwork; and sometimes, when I was myself assuredly
safe, the sight of it caused me to laugh.
While the other Folk would not have come to our rescue had Red-Eye
proceeded to tear Lop-Ear and me to pieces before their eyes, nevertheless
they sympathized with us. Possibly it was not sympathy but the way they
expressed their hatred for Red-Eye; at any rate they always warned us of
his approach. Whether in the forest, at the drinking-places, or in the
open space before the caves, they were always quick to warn us. Thus we
had the advantage of many eyes in our feud with Red-Eye, the atavism.
Once he nearly got me. It was early in the morning, and the Folk were not
yet up. The surprise was complete. I was cut off from the way up the cliff
to my cave. Before I knew it I had dashed into the double-cave,—the
cave where Lop-Ear had first eluded me long years before, and where old
Saber-Tooth had come to discomfiture when he pursued the two Folk. By the
time I had got through the connecting passage between the two caves, I
discovered that Red-Eye was not following me. The next moment he charged
into the cave from the outside. I slipped back through the passage, and he
charged out and around and in upon me again. I merely repeated my
performance of slipping through the passage.
He kept me there half a day before he gave up. After that, when Lop-Ear
and I were reasonably sure of gaining the double-cave, we did not retreat
up the cliff to our own cave when Red-Eye came upon the scene. All we did
was to keep an eye on him and see that he did not cut across our line of
It was during this winter that Red-Eye killed his latest wife with abuse
and repeated beatings. I have called him an atavism, but in this he was
worse than an atavism, for the males of the lower animals do not maltreat
and murder their mates. In this I take it that Red-Eye, in spite of his
tremendous atavistic tendencies, foreshadowed the coming of man, for it is
the males of the human species only that murder their mates.
As was to be expected, with the doing away of one wife Red-Eye proceeded
to get another. He decided upon the Singing One. She was the granddaughter
of old Marrow-Bone, and the daughter of the Hairless One. She was a young
thing, greatly given to singing at the mouth of her cave in the twilight,
and she had but recently mated with Crooked-Leg. He was a quiet
individual, molesting no one and not given to bickering with his fellows.
He was no fighter anyway. He was small and lean, and not so active on his
legs as the rest of us.
Red-Eye never committed a more outrageous deed. It was in the quiet at the
end of the day, when we began to congregate in the open space before
climbing into our caves. Suddenly the Singing One dashed up a run-way from
a drinking-place, pursued by Red-Eye. She ran to her husband. Poor little
Crooked-Leg was terribly scared. But he was a hero. He knew that death was
upon him, yet he did not run away. He stood up, and chattered, bristled,
and showed his teeth.
Red-Eye roared with rage. It was an offence to him that any of the Folk
should dare to withstand him. His hand shot out and clutched Crooked-Leg
by the neck. The latter sank his teeth into Red-Eye's arm; but the next
moment, with a broken neck, Crooked-Leg was floundering and squirming on
the ground. The Singing One screeched and gibbered. Red-Eye seized her by
the hair of her head and dragged her toward his cave. He handled her
roughly when the climb began, and he dragged and hauled her up into the
We were very angry, insanely, vociferously angry. Beating our chests,
bristling, and gnashing our teeth, we gathered together in our rage. We
felt the prod of gregarious instinct, the drawing together as though for
united action, the impulse toward cooperation. In dim ways this need for
united action was impressed upon us. But there was no way to achieve it
because there was no way to express it. We did not turn to, all of us, and
destroy Red-Eye, because we lacked a vocabulary. We were vaguely thinking
thoughts for which there were no thought-symbols. These thought-symbols
were yet to be slowly and painfully invented.
We tried to freight sound with the vague thoughts that flitted like
shadows through our consciousness. The Hairless One began to chatter
loudly. By his noises he expressed anger against Red-Eye and desire to
hurt Red-Eye. Thus far he got, and thus far we understood. But when he
tried to express the cooperative impulse that stirred within him, his
noises became gibberish. Then Big-Face, with brow-bristling and
chest-pounding, began to chatter. One after another of us joined in the
orgy of rage, until even old Marrow-Bone was mumbling and spluttering with
his cracked voice and withered lips. Some one seized a stick and began
pounding a log. In a moment he had struck a rhythm. Unconsciously, our
yells and exclamations yielded to this rhythm. It had a soothing effect
upon us; and before we knew it, our rage forgotten, we were in the full
swing of a hee-hee council.
These hee-hee councils splendidly illustrate the inconsecutiveness and
inconsequentiality of the Folk. Here were we, drawn together by mutual
rage and the impulse toward cooperation, led off into forgetfulness by the
establishment of a rude rhythm. We were sociable and gregarious, and these
singing and laughing councils satisfied us. In ways the hee-hee council
was an adumbration of the councils of primitive man, and of the great
national assemblies and international conventions of latter-day man. But
we Folk of the Younger World lacked speech, and whenever we were so drawn
together we precipitated babel, out of which arose a unanimity of rhythm
that contained within itself the essentials of art yet to come. It was art
There was nothing long-continued about these rhythms that we struck. A
rhythm was soon lost, and pandemonium reigned until we could find the
rhythm again or start a new one. Sometimes half a dozen rhythms would be
swinging simultaneously, each rhythm backed by a group that strove
ardently to drown out the other rhythms.
In the intervals of pandemonium, each chattered, cut up, hooted,
screeched, and danced, himself sufficient unto himself, filled with his
own ideas and volitions to the exclusion of all others, a veritable centre
of the universe, divorced for the time being from any unanimity with the
other universe-centres leaping and yelling around him. Then would come the
rhythm—a clapping of hands; the beating of a stick upon a log; the
example of one that leaped with repetitions; or the chanting of one that
uttered, explosively and regularly, with inflection that rose and fell,
"A-bang, a-bang! A-bang, a-bang!" One after another of the self-centred
Folk would yield to it, and soon all would be dancing or chanting in
chorus. "Ha-ah, ha-ah, ha-ah-ha!" was one of our favorite choruses, and
another was, "Eh-wah, eh-wah, eh-wah-hah!"
And so, with mad antics, leaping, reeling, and over-balancing, we danced
and sang in the sombre twilight of the primeval world, inducing
forgetfulness, achieving unanimity, and working ourselves up into sensuous
frenzy. And so it was that our rage against Red-Eye was soothed away by
art, and we screamed the wild choruses of the hee-hee council until the
night warned us of its terrors, and we crept away to our holes in the
rocks, calling softly to one another, while the stars came out and
darkness settled down.
We were afraid only of the dark. We had no germs of religion, no
conceptions of an unseen world. We knew only the real world, and the
things we feared were the real things, the concrete dangers, the
flesh-and-blood animals that preyed. It was they that made us afraid of
the dark, for darkness was the time of the hunting animals. It was then
that they came out of their lairs and pounced upon one from the dark
wherein they lurked invisible.
Possibly it was out of this fear of the real denizens of the dark that the
fear of the unreal denizens was later to develop and to culminate in a
whole and mighty unseen world. As imagination grew it is likely that the
fear of death increased until the Folk that were to come projected this
fear into the dark and peopled it with spirits. I think the Fire People
had already begun to be afraid of the dark in this fashion; but the
reasons we Folk had for breaking up our hee-hee councils and fleeing to
our holes were old Saber-Tooth, the lions and the jackals, the wild dogs
and the wolves, and all the hungry, meat-eating breeds.
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