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She put it through a hole in each of the skins and pulled it tight. She worked on in this way and sewed the skins together. "Where did you get the needle, mother?" Pineknot asked next, looking at it closely. "I made it," said Burr. "When your father brings birds or deer from the hunt, I sometimes take a little bone from the leg of a deer or the wing of a bird. This I put in the cave to dry.
"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.
"Grandfather," said Thorn, pressing close to the old man's side, "when I am a man, I shall be an ax maker like you." "Begin now," said his grandfather, with a gruff laugh. "It takes a long time to learn to make a good ax." "Can anybody learn?" asked Pineknot. "No," said Flint. "Some men can chip stone, and others cannot. That is why some men make axes, and other men use them."
That's a blizzard effect to her face; an' the best you can say is that if she don't look lovely, at least she looks convincin'. The gnurliest pineknot burns frequent the hottest, an' you can take my word for it, this Abby girl has sperit. Speakin' of her appearance, personal, Missis Rucker who's a fair jedge allows later to Enright that if Abby's a kyard in a faro game, she'd play her to lose.
One day she sat before the door of her cave sewing together skins of wild oxen. "What is the big skin for, mother?" asked Pineknot, who ran up. "To lay on sticks above our door," said Burr. "Then, even when it rains, we can sit outside." "Oh, that will be fine!" said the boy. Burr went on with her sewing. She made holes along the edge of the skins with a sharp stone. Then she threaded her needle.
He broke a piece of limestone from the wall and picked up a sharp stone from the floor. Then he sat down by the fire to make his picture of the bear. After a while he held up the piece of limestone with the picture scratched on it. "O mother," said Pineknot, laughing hard, "see Thorn's picture of the bear. It shows his big body and his long head and his little ears."
The little brothers were named Thorn and Pineknot. Their baby sister had no name. The children looked rough and wild and strong and glad. The sun had made them brown, the wind had tangled their hair. Their clothes were only bits of fox skin. Their home was the safe rock cave in the side of the hill. Near the children a little goat was eating the sweet new grass.
All this time, Thorn stood by, playing with the string, pulling it and letting it go, pulling and letting go. "Listen," he said, "it sings like the wind." Pineknot had a stick in his hand and, for fun, set it against the string. When Thorn let the string go, the stick was shot out of Pineknot's hand, and against his bare body. He yelled, and Thorn opened his eyes in wonder.
One day she found a little bone with a hole in it and took it home. She put her thread through the hole, wondering how it would do, and began to sew. Soon there was a crowd of women round her, pointing and saying, 'Oh, oh! while the little bone carried the thread." "It must be fun to sew with a needle," said Pineknot.
She was tied with a string made of skin. Thorn stroked 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!"
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