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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Something has been here, and the meat is gone," said Pineknot. "We must set the trap again." Thorn quickly bent down a little hickory, and tied a string to the top. Then he raised one end of a big rock and put a loop of the string around it. Pineknot was busy setting a trigger under the rock.
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.
The women pulled it from the holes with long sticks, and the people took great pieces in their hands and ate them, and then took more. "Mammoth meat is good and juicy," one man said. "Yes," said another, "but not so tender as horse or reindeer meat." After eating all they wanted, Thorn and Pineknot and old Hickory's children and some of the other children went off to play.
That evening Pineknot came running to the cave, calling, "O Thorn, I was coming along on the high rock, and I heard little cries. I crawled through the bushes and looked over and saw a nest full of young eagles. They were skinny and had no feathers on their bodies. The nest was made of sticks; and oh, it was big, and there was a lot of feathers in it!" Pineknot stopped for breath.
Old Hickory and his family went along with Strongarm and his family, and the children ran through the bushes and scared up the wild rabbits and porcupines. When they reached the cave, Thorn told Pineknot all over again about the mammoth. And he scratched a picture on the piece of tusk to show him. Holding up the picture he said, "This is the way the angry mammoth looked.
We see Lincoln reading his favorite volumes by the dim light of a pineknot blaze; or Burritt poring over his books at the forge; or Garfield gazing intently at the pages while riding a mule on the banks of a canal.
Then laughing loud, he added, "No wonder that in the old days people lived in trees, and ran if they saw a wildcat." "I should be sorry if you had nothing to hunt with but a club, father," said Pineknot, making a long face. "We should go hungry oftener than we do now." After they had gone into the cave, the boys began to play with the baby.
Little sweet one! Little child!" The baby went to sleep, and Burr laid her on a bear skin on the floor. Soon afterwards Pineknot fell asleep on another skin, and in a little while Thorn lay beside him. Then Burr put ashes over the coals, while Strongarm threw burning logs before the door. Soon all was quiet in the cave. The cave folks had gone to sleep.
"Tell us about the lion hunt, father," begged Pineknot. "We watched the lion for days," said Strongarm. "We found that he slept nearly all day in the thick reeds by the river. At sundown he went out to hunt. He hunted all night; we heard him roar at times. In the early light he went back to his bed of reeds by the river and went to sleep.
He followed the boys everywhere, and they called him "Wow wow." One day they were playing by the high rock, when the puppy saw something in the woods and ran after it. Pineknot called to him, "Come here, Wow wow!" And the call came back from the rock, "Wow wow!" "Oh, hear my talking shadow, brother," said Pineknot. "Yes," said Thorn, laughing, "let us talk a while with our talking shadows."
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