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"Thank you," he said gravely, and then with a kind of wistful gallantry: "Could I kiss the dear for luck?" She turned her cheek to him bravely and frankly like a child. His lips touched it lightly, making no sound. Far off in the native jungle the cave-man moaned, and shut his eyes and turned his face to the wall of his cave.
But suppose the artist supplied with a piece of smooth ivory for his plate, and a sharp penknife for his etching needle, and set behind a boulder to watch the mammoth and sketch it by incision on the ivory, and there would be produced very much the same kind of picture as the Cave-man made.
Would they come right along, like the cave-woman, merely biting off my ear as they came, or are they degenerate enough to bring an action against me, indicting the express company as a party of the second part? Doubts such as these prevent me from taking active measures. But they leave me, as they leave many another man, preoccupied and fascinated with the cave-man.
It was with most miserable weapons, such as a few stones, scarcely even rough-hewn, and a few flint arrows, that the cave-man did not hesitate to attack the most formidable animals, and with such apparently inadequate means he succeeded in wounding and even killing them.
Thus the cave-man and desert island narratives, though seldom well done, when produced with verisimilitude, give an opportunity for the native human frame in the logical wrappings of reeds and skins.
Forty thousand years ago when the world was on the point of freezing to death, an unkempt and unwashed cave-man, pulling the feathers out of a half-dead chicken with the help of his brown fingers and his big white teeth throwing the feathers and the bones upon the same floor that served him and his family as a bed, felt just as happy and just as proud when he was taught how the hot cinders of a fire would change raw meat into a delicious meal.
So long as there was any question of the fall of man there was at least some sort of explanation of such phrases; but when it became certain that man had never fallen when with ever fuller knowledge we could trace our ancestral course down through the cave-man and the drift-man, back to that shadowy and far-off time when the man-like ape slowly evolved into the apelike man looking back on all this vast succession of life, we knew that it had always been rising from step to step.
Storran of Stockleigh was as civilised, his clothes and general appearance as essentially "right," as those of the men around him. All suggestion of the "cave-man from the backwoods," as Lady Arabella had termed him, was gone. "I didn't know you were in England," said Gillian at last. "I landed yesterday." "You've been in South America, haven't you?" She spoke mechanically.
His voice was steady and, to her, almost sardonic. "The day of the cave-man is past. Likewise the cannibal. I think I can promise that you will neither be beaten nor eaten, but you do run a little risk in being abroad on such a night as this, and alone." She stiffened. "I don't think there is the slightest danger, Mr. Percival." "I wasn't thinking of danger," he said.
If development upward is the general law of the race; if we have grown by natural evolution out of the cave-man, and even less human forms of life, we have everything to hope from the future. That the question can be discussed without offence shows that we are entering on a new era, a Revival greater than that of Letters, the Revival of Humanity.
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