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- Edge of the Great
It was in the early fall of the following year that it happened. After his
failure to get the Swift One, Red-Eye had taken another wife; and, strange
to relate, she was still alive. Stranger still, they had a baby several
months old—Red-Eye's first child. His previous wives had never lived
long enough to bear him children. The year had gone well for all of us.
The weather had been exceptionally mild and food plentiful. I remember
especially the turnips of that year. The nut crop was also very heavy, and
the wild plums were larger and sweeter than usual.
In short, it was a golden year. And then it happened. It was in the early
morning, and we were surprised in our caves. In the chill gray light we
awoke from sleep, most of us, to encounter death. The Swift One and I were
aroused by a pandemonium of screeching and gibbering. Our cave was the
highest of all on the cliff, and we crept to the mouth and peered down.
The open space was filled with the Fire People. Their cries and yells were
added to the clamor, but they had order and plan, while we Folk had none.
Each one of us fought and acted for himself, and no one of us knew the
extent of the calamity that was befalling us.
By the time we got to stone-throwing, the Fire People had massed thick at
the base of the cliff. Our first volley must have mashed some heads, for
when they swerved back from the cliff three of their number were left upon
the ground. These were struggling and floundering, and one was trying to
crawl away. But we fixed them. By this time we males were roaring with
rage, and we rained rocks upon the three men that were down. Several of
the Fire-Men returned to drag them into safety, but our rocks drove the
The Fire People became enraged. Also, they became cautious. In spite of
their angry yells, they kept at a distance and sent flights of arrows
against us. This put an end to the rock-throwing. By the time half a dozen
of us had been killed and a score injured, the rest of us retreated inside
our caves. I was not out of range in my lofty cave, but the distance was
great enough to spoil effective shooting, and the Fire People did not
waste many arrows on me. Furthermore, I was curious. I wanted to see.
While the Swift One remained well inside the cave, trembling with fear and
making low wailing sounds because I would not come in, I crouched at the
entrance and watched.
The fighting had now become intermittent. It was a sort of deadlock. We
were in the caves, and the question with the Fire People was how to get us
out. They did not dare come in after us, and in general we would not
expose ourselves to their arrows. Occasionally, when one of them drew in
close to the base of the cliff, one or another of the Folk would smash a
rock down. In return, he would be transfixed by half a dozen arrows. This
ruse worked well for some time, but finally the Folk no longer were
inveigled into showing themselves. The deadlock was complete.
Behind the Fire People I could see the little wizened old hunter directing
it all. They obeyed him, and went here and there at his commands. Some of
them went into the forest and returned with loads of dry wood, leaves, and
grass. All the Fire People drew in closer. While most of them stood by
with bows and arrows, ready to shoot any of the Folk that exposed
themselves, several of the Fire-Men heaped the dry grass and wood at the
mouths of the lower tier of caves. Out of these heaps they conjured the
monster we feared—FIRE. At first, wisps of smoke arose and curled up
the cliff. Then I could see the red-tongued flames darting in and out
through the wood like tiny snakes. The smoke grew thicker and thicker, at
times shrouding the whole face of the cliff. But I was high up and it did
not bother me much, though it stung my eyes and I rubbed them with my
Old Marrow-Bone was the first to be smoked out. A light fan of air drifted
the smoke away at the time so that I saw clearly. He broke out through the
smoke, stepping on a burning coal and screaming with the sudden hurt of
it, and essayed to climb up the cliff. The arrows showered about him. He
came to a pause on a ledge, clutching a knob of rock for support, gasping
and sneezing and shaking his head. He swayed back and forth. The feathered
ends of a dozen arrows were sticking out of him. He was an old man, and he
did not want to die. He swayed wider and wider, his knees giving under
him, and as he swayed he wailed most plaintively. His hand released its
grip and he lurched outward to the fall. His old bones must have been
sadly broken. He groaned and strove feebly to rise, but a Fire-Man rushed
in upon him and brained him with a club.
And as it happened with Marrow-Bone, so it happened with many of the Folk.
Unable to endure the smoke-suffocation, they rushed out to fall beneath
the arrows. Some of the women and children remained in the caves to
strangle to death, but the majority met death outside.
When the Fire-Men had in this fashion cleared the first tier of caves,
they began making arrangements to duplicate the operation on the second
tier of caves. It was while they were climbing up with their grass and
wood, that Red-Eye, followed by his wife, with the baby holding to her
tightly, made a successful flight up the cliff. The Fire-Men must have
concluded that in the interval between the smoking-out operations we would
remain in our caves; so that they were unprepared, and their arrows did
not begin to fly till Red-Eye and his wife were well up the wall. When he
reached the top, he turned about and glared down at them, roaring and
beating his chest. They arched their arrows at him, and though he was
untouched he fled on.
I watched a third tier smoked out, and a fourth. A few of the Folk escaped
up the cliff, but most of them were shot off the face of it as they strove
to climb. I remember Long-Lip. He got as far as my ledge, crying
piteously, an arrow clear through his chest, the feathered shaft sticking
out behind, the bone head sticking out before, shot through the back as he
climbed. He sank down on my ledge bleeding profusely at the mouth.
It was about this time that the upper tiers seemed to empty themselves
spontaneously. Nearly all the Folk not yet smoked out stampeded up the
cliff at the same time. This was the saving of many. The Fire People could
not shoot arrows fast enough. They filled the air with arrows, and scores
of the stricken Folk came tumbling down; but still there were a few who
reached the top and got away.
The impulse of flight was now stronger in me than curiosity. The arrows
had ceased flying. The last of the Folk seemed gone, though there may have
been a few still hiding in the upper caves. The Swift One and I started to
make a scramble for the cliff-top. At sight of us a great cry went up from
the Fire People. This was not caused by me, but by the Swift One. They
were chattering excitedly and pointing her out to one another. They did
not try to shoot her. Not an arrow was discharged. They began calling
softly and coaxingly. I stopped and looked down. She was afraid, and
whimpered and urged me on. So we went up over the top and plunged into the
This event has often caused me to wonder and speculate. If she were really
of their kind, she must have been lost from them at a time when she was
too young to remember, else would she not have been afraid of them. On the
other hand, it may well have been that while she was their kind she had
never been lost from them; that she had been born in the wild forest far
from their haunts, her father maybe a renegade Fire-Man, her mother maybe
one of my own kind, one of the Folk. But who shall say? These things are
beyond me, and the Swift One knew no more about them than did I.
We lived through a day of terror. Most of the survivors fled toward the
blueberry swamp and took refuge in the forest in that neighborhood. And
all day hunting parties of the Fire People ranged the forest, killing us
wherever they found us. It must have been a deliberately executed plan.
Increasing beyond the limits of their own territory, they had decided on
making a conquest of ours. Sorry the conquest! We had no chance against
them. It was slaughter, indiscriminate slaughter, for they spared none,
killing old and young, effectively ridding the land of our presence.
It was like the end of the world to us. We fled to the trees as a last
refuge, only to be surrounded and killed, family by family. We saw much of
this during that day, and besides, I wanted to see. The Swift One and I
never remained long in one tree, and so escaped being surrounded. But
there seemed no place to go. The Fire-Men were everywhere, bent on their
task of extermination. Every way we turned we encountered them, and
because of this we saw much of their handiwork.
I did not see what became of my mother, but I did see the Chatterer shot
down out of the old home-tree. And I am afraid that at the sight I did a
bit of joyous teetering. Before I leave this portion of my narrative, I
must tell of Red-Eye. He was caught with his wife in a tree down by the
blueberry swamp. The Swift One and I stopped long enough in our flight to
see. The Fire-Men were too intent upon their work to notice us, and,
furthermore, we were well screened by the thicket in which we crouched.
Fully a score of the hunters were under the tree, discharging arrows into
it. They always picked up their arrows when they fell back to earth. I
could not see Red-Eye, but I could hear him howling from somewhere in the
After a short interval his howling grew muffled. He must have crawled into
a hollow in the trunk. But his 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 her—even 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 it—at 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
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