Ugh-Lomi lay still, his back against an alder, and his thigh was a red
mass terrible to see. No civilised man could have lived who had been
so sorely wounded, but Eudena got him thorns to close his wounds, and
squatted beside him day and night, smiting the flies from him with a
fan of reeds by day, and in the night threatening the hyænas who came
too near with the first axe in her hand; and in a little while he
began to heal. It was high summer, and there was no rain. Little food
they had during the first two days his wounds were open. In the low
place where they hid were no roots nor little beasts, and the stream,
with its water-snails and fish, was, in the open a hundred yards away.
She could not go abroad by day for fear of the tribe, her brothers and
sisters, nor by night for fear of the beasts, both on his account and
hers. So they shared the lion with the vultures. But there was a
trickle of water near by, and Eudena brought him plenty in her hands.
Where Ugh-lomi lay was well hidden from the tribe by a thicket of
alders, and all fenced about with bulrushes and tall reeds. The dead
lion he had killed lay near his old lair on a place of trampled reeds
fifty yards away, in sight through the reed-stems, and the vultures
fought each other for the choicest pieces and kept the jackals off
him. Very soon a cloud of flies that looked like bees hung over him,
and Ugh-lomi could hear their humming. And when Ugh-lomi's flesh was
already healing--and it was not many days before that began--only a
few bones of the lion remained scattered and shining white.
For the most part Ugh-lomi sat still during the day, looking before
him at nothing, sometimes he would mutter of the horses and bears and
lions, and sometimes he would beat the ground with the first axe and
say the names of the tribe--he seemed to have no fear of bringing the
tribe--for hours together. But chiefly he slept, dreaming little
because of his loss of blood and the slightness of his food. During
the short summer night both kept awake. All the while the darkness
lasted things moved about them, things they never saw by day. For some
nights the hyænas did not come, and then one moonless night near a
dozen came and fought for what was left of the lion. The night was a
tumult of growling, and Ugh-lomi and Eudena could hear the bones snap
in their teeth. But they knew the hyæna dare not attack any creature
alive and awake, and so they were not greatly afraid.
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mass terrible to see. No civilised man could have lived who had been
so sorely wounded, but Eudena got him thorns to close his wounds, and
squatted beside him day and night, smiting the flies from him with a
fan of reeds by day, and in the night threatening the hyænas who came
too near with the first axe in her hand; and in a little while he
began to heal. It was high summer, and there was no rain. Little food
they had during the first two days his wounds were open. In the low
place where they hid were no roots nor little beasts, and the stream,
with its water-snails and fish, was, in the open a hundred yards away.
She could not go abroad by day for fear of the tribe, her brothers and
sisters, nor by night for fear of the beasts, both on his account and
hers. So they shared the lion with the vultures. But there was a
trickle of water near by, and Eudena brought him plenty in her hands.
Where Ugh-lomi lay was well hidden from the tribe by a thicket of
alders, and all fenced about with bulrushes and tall reeds. The dead
lion he had killed lay near his old lair on a place of trampled reeds
fifty yards away, in sight through the reed-stems, and the vultures
fought each other for the choicest pieces and kept the jackals off
him. Very soon a cloud of flies that looked like bees hung over him,
and Ugh-lomi could hear their humming. And when Ugh-lomi's flesh was
already healing--and it was not many days before that began--only a
few bones of the lion remained scattered and shining white.
For the most part Ugh-lomi sat still during the day, looking before
him at nothing, sometimes he would mutter of the horses and bears and
lions, and sometimes he would beat the ground with the first axe and
say the names of the tribe--he seemed to have no fear of bringing the
tribe--for hours together. But chiefly he slept, dreaming little
because of his loss of blood and the slightness of his food. During
the short summer night both kept awake. All the while the darkness
lasted things moved about them, things they never saw by day. For some
nights the hyænas did not come, and then one moonless night near a
dozen came and fought for what was left of the lion. The night was a
tumult of growling, and Ugh-lomi and Eudena could hear the bones snap
in their teeth. But they knew the hyæna dare not attack any creature
alive and awake, and so they were not greatly afraid.
The Fight in the Lion's Thicket
Ugh-Lomi lay still, his back against an alder, and his thigh was a red
mass terrible to see. No civilised man could have lived who had been
so sorely wounded, but Eudena got him thorns to close his wounds, and
squatted beside him day and night, smiting the flies from him with a
fan of reeds by day, and in the night threatening the hyænas who came
too near with the first axe in her hand; and in a little while he
began to heal. It was high summer, and there was no rain. Little food
they had during the first two days his wounds were open. In the low
place where they hid were no roots nor little beasts, and the stream,
with its water-snails and fish, was, in the open a hundred yards away.
She could not go abroad by day for fear of the tribe, her brothers and
sisters, nor by night for fear of the beasts, both on his account and
hers. So they shared the lion with the vultures. But there was a
trickle of water near by, and Eudena brought him plenty in her hands.
Where Ugh-lomi lay was well hidden from the tribe by a thicket of
alders, and all fenced about with bulrushes and tall reeds. The dead
lion he had killed lay near his old lair on a place of trampled reeds
fifty yards away, in sight through the reed-stems, and the vultures
fought each other for the choicest pieces and kept the jackals off
him. Very soon a cloud of flies that looked like bees hung over him,
and Ugh-lomi could hear their humming. And when Ugh-lomi's flesh was
already healing--and it was not many days before that began--only a
few bones of the lion remained scattered and shining white.
For the most part Ugh-lomi sat still during the day, looking before
him at nothing, sometimes he would mutter of the horses and bears and
lions, and sometimes he would beat the ground with the first axe and
say the names of the tribe--he seemed to have no fear of bringing the
tribe--for hours together. But chiefly he slept, dreaming little
because of his loss of blood and the slightness of his food. During
the short summer night both kept awake. All the while the darkness
lasted things moved about them, things they never saw by day. For some
nights the hyænas did not come, and then one moonless night near a
dozen came and fought for what was left of the lion. The night was a
tumult of growling, and Ugh-lomi and Eudena could hear the bones snap
in their teeth. But they knew the hyæna dare not attack any creature
alive and awake, and so they were not greatly afraid.
mass terrible to see. No civilised man could have lived who had been
so sorely wounded, but Eudena got him thorns to close his wounds, and
squatted beside him day and night, smiting the flies from him with a
fan of reeds by day, and in the night threatening the hyænas who came
too near with the first axe in her hand; and in a little while he
began to heal. It was high summer, and there was no rain. Little food
they had during the first two days his wounds were open. In the low
place where they hid were no roots nor little beasts, and the stream,
with its water-snails and fish, was, in the open a hundred yards away.
She could not go abroad by day for fear of the tribe, her brothers and
sisters, nor by night for fear of the beasts, both on his account and
hers. So they shared the lion with the vultures. But there was a
trickle of water near by, and Eudena brought him plenty in her hands.
Where Ugh-lomi lay was well hidden from the tribe by a thicket of
alders, and all fenced about with bulrushes and tall reeds. The dead
lion he had killed lay near his old lair on a place of trampled reeds
fifty yards away, in sight through the reed-stems, and the vultures
fought each other for the choicest pieces and kept the jackals off
him. Very soon a cloud of flies that looked like bees hung over him,
and Ugh-lomi could hear their humming. And when Ugh-lomi's flesh was
already healing--and it was not many days before that began--only a
few bones of the lion remained scattered and shining white.
For the most part Ugh-lomi sat still during the day, looking before
him at nothing, sometimes he would mutter of the horses and bears and
lions, and sometimes he would beat the ground with the first axe and
say the names of the tribe--he seemed to have no fear of bringing the
tribe--for hours together. But chiefly he slept, dreaming little
because of his loss of blood and the slightness of his food. During
the short summer night both kept awake. All the while the darkness
lasted things moved about them, things they never saw by day. For some
nights the hyænas did not come, and then one moonless night near a
dozen came and fought for what was left of the lion. The night was a
tumult of growling, and Ugh-lomi and Eudena could hear the bones snap
in their teeth. But they knew the hyæna dare not attack any creature
alive and awake, and so they were not greatly afraid.
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| BN ID: | 2940013770577 |
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| Publisher: | WDS Publishing |
| Publication date: | 01/12/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 16 KB |
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