The Cave Boy of the Age of Stone | Page 2

her and, laughing, said,
"Let us put the baby on the goat's back and see her run."
"Oh, that would be fun!" cried Pineknot, and he ran and untied the goat.
Laughing, Thorn put the baby on the goat's back. The little fingers
clung to the goat's hair.
Then Thorn struck the goat and shouted, "Run!"
The goat ran; the baby laughed; Pineknot danced and clapped his hands.
All at once, the goat stood up on her hind legs. The baby fell off, and
rolled over and over on the ground. She cried out, though she was not
hurt. And the boys laughed and shouted till the woods rang.
[Illustration: All at once, the goat stood up on her hind legs]
After a while Pineknot thought of the goat; he had not tied her.
"Where is the little goat? Oh, there she is up among the rocks. She did
not run away, Thorn."
"No," said Thorn, "she will not run away now, for we pet her and give
her things to eat. Mother feeds her, too."
"Oh, but she was a wild one when father brought her home," said
Pineknot. "Father killed the mother goat and caught the young one alive.
He said that he would keep her at the cave. Then some day when he
had killed nothing on the hunt, and we were hungry, he would kill the
goat."

"We will ask father not to kill her, but let us keep her for a pet," said
Thorn.
As the boys were talking, from far away through the forest came a big,
merry song:
"The wild horse ran very fast, But I ran faster! The wild horse ran very
fast, But I ran faster!"
"It is father coming from the hunt," said Thorn, jumping to his feet.
"He is bringing wild horse meat. Good, good!" cried Pineknot.
Thorn threw the baby on his back, and together the boys ran into the
forest to meet their father.
The forest--oh, it was beautiful! The trunks of the old trees were big
and rough and mossy. And there were tall ferns and gray rocks and
little brooks, and there was a sweet smell of rotting leaves.
"The wild horse ran very fast, But I ran faster!"
still sang the young hunter, shaking his red hair gaily. He was not tall,
but his legs were big, for he ran after the wild horse and deer and ox.
And his arms were big, because he threw a great spear and a stone ax.
His name was Strongarm.
[Illustration: Strongarm]
The boys came running up to their father. They pointed to the meat on
his shoulder, and laughed and shouted and clapped their hands.
"We shall not go hungry to-day! We shall not go hungry to-day!"
they sang as they danced along.
"Ho, ho, ho!" sang Strongarm to his wife, as he went into the cave. He
threw the horse meat upon the floor with a loud laugh, and lay down on
a bear skin to rest.

The cave was a big room with a high roof. The floor was of dirt and
very hard. The walls were limestone rock in beautiful rough layers, one
upon another. From the roof the limestone hung in long pointed shapes,
like icicles.
A fire burned brightly on the floor, while the smoke rose slowly and
went out at a hole in the roof. The walls and the roof were blackened by
smoke.
Strongarm's young wife was named Burr. She was glad when she saw
the meat. She took her stone knife quickly and cut up the meat, and
threw the pieces on the hot coals. While the fire blazed and snapped
and cooked the meat, the boys looked on with hungry eyes.
When the meat was done, Burr pulled it from the fire with a long stick.
The boys and Strongarm snatched it up and tore it to pieces with their
white teeth.
"Um-m! how good and tender and juicy!" said the boys, grinning, and
smacking their lips.
When the meat was all gone, the bones were broken and the sweet
marrow scraped out and eaten; for that was good, too.
While the family was still eating, a big black bear came along. He
smelled the meat, and put his great rough head in at the door and
sniffed.
[Illustration: A big black bear came along]
"Bear!" shouted Strongarm, jumping to his feet.
Burr and the boys cried out and quickly ran away to hide. Strongarm
snatched a blazing log and struck the bear. He was burned and hurt, and
he grew angry. He stood up on his hind legs and growled and showed
his sharp teeth.
Strongarm snatched his ax and made for the bear, but he had gone. His

growls sounded farther and farther away. Still Strongarm stood with