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Without the knights and their good friends, the monks, civilisation would have been extinguished entirely, and the human race would have been forced to begin once more where the cave-man had left off. IT was quite natural that the professional fighting-men of the Middle Ages should try to establish some sort of organisation for their mutual benefit and protection.
"That was all that was wrong with him. A little judicious dieting put him right. We'll be able," said Ginger brightening, "to ship him back next week." "I shall quite miss him." "I nearly missed him this morning with a shoe," said Ginger. "He was up on the kitchen table wolfing the bacon, and I took steps." "My cave-man!" murmured Sally. "I always said you had a frightfully brutal streak in you.
"Look out!" said the Cave-man with a certain agitation in his voice as he reached out and took the club from me. "Don't fool with that club! It's loaded! You know you could easily drop the club on your toes, or on mine. A man can't be too careful with a loaded club." He rose as he said this and carried the club to the other side of the cave, where he leant it against the wall.
"The fool wouldn't move quick enough, and if anyone stands in my way I get them, sooner or later. You're a little queen, Billie, and you've been lording it over the roughnecks around here so long that you think you can set your heel on the neck of the universe. A little cave-man stuff would be good for you, my dear." "You being the cave-man?" Her clear laughter rang out scornfully.
We seated ourselves in some comfort on the soft sand, our backs against the boulders, sipping cave-water and smoking elm-root cigars. It seemed altogether as if one were back in civilization, talking to a genial host. "Yes," said the Cave-man, and he spoke, as it were, in a large and patronizing way. "I generally let my wife trot about as she likes in the daytime.
My vacation is still before me, and I still propose to spend it naked. But I shall do so at Atlantic City. VII. The Cave-Man as He is I think it likely that few people besides myself have ever actually seen and spoken with a "cave-man." Yet everybody nowadays knows all about the cave-man. The fifteen-cent magazines and the new fiction have made him a familiar figure.
He is really, I think, about the brightest boy I've ever known I mean quite apart from being his father, and speaking of him as if he were anyone else's boy. You didn't meet them?" "No," I said, "I didn't." "Oh, well," the Cave-man went on, "there are lots of ways and passages through. I guess they went in another direction.
"Of all human instincts," Pinard has said, "that of reproduction is the only one which remains in the primitive condition and has received no education. We procreate to-day as they procreated in the Stone Age. The most important act in the life of man, the sublimest of all acts since it is that of his reproduction, man accomplishes to-day with as much carelessness as in the age of the cave-man."
A few years ago, it is true, nobody had ever heard of him. But lately, for some reason or other, there has been a run on the cave-man. No up-to-date story is complete without one or two references to him.
And then comes the highest, Man, from the Kaffir, Bush-man, Cave-man, and Digger Indian, up through the many stages until the highest forms of our own race are reached. From the Monera to Man is a long path, containing many stages, but it is a path including all the intermediate forms.
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