“And, after the death of Split-Nose, there was but one other man that dared rise up and speak his mind, and that man was Hair-Face.  ‘Where is the strength of the strong?’ he asked.  ’We are the strong, all of us, and we are stronger than Dog-Tooth and Tiger-Face and Three-Legs and Pig-Jaw and all the rest who do nothing and eat much and weaken us by the hurt of their strength which is bad strength.  Men who are slaves are not strong.  If the man who first found the virtue and use of fire had used his strength we would have been his slaves, as we are the slaves to-day of Little-Belly, who found the virtue and use of the fish-trap; and of the men who found the virtue and use of the land, and the goats, and the fire-brew.  Before, we lived in trees, my brothers, and no man was safe.  But we fight no more with one another.  We have added our strength together.  Then let us fight no more with the Meat-Eaters.  Let us add our strength and their strength together.  Then will we be indeed strong.  And then we will go out together, the Fish-Eaters and the Meat-Eaters, and we will kill the tigers and the lions and the wolves and the wild dogs, and we will pasture our goats on all the hill-sides and plant our corn and fat roots in all the high mountain valleys.  In that day we will be so strong that all the wild animals will flee before us and perish.  And nothing will withstand us, for the strength of each man will be the strength of all men in the world.’

“So said Hair-Face, and they killed him, because, they said, he was a wild man and wanted to go back and live in a tree.  It was very strange.  Whenever a man arose and wanted to go forward all those that stood still said he went backward and should be killed.  And the poor people helped stone him, and were fools.  We were all fools, except those who were fat and did no work.  The fools were called wise, and the wise were stoned.  Men who worked did not get enough to eat, and the men who did not work ate too much.

“And the tribe went on losing strength.  The children were weak and sickly.  And, because we ate not enough, strange sicknesses came among us and we died like flies.  And then the Meat-Eaters came upon us.  We had followed Tiger-Face too often over the divide and killed them.  And now they came to repay in blood.  We were too weak and sick to man the big wall.  And they killed us, all of us, except some of the women, which they took away with them.  The Bug and I escaped, and I hid in the wildest places, and became a hunter of meat and went hungry no more.  I stole a wife from the Meat-Eaters, and went to live in the caves of the high mountains where they could not find me.  And we had three sons, and each son stole a wife from the Meat-Eaters.  And the rest you know, for are you not the sons of my sons?”

“But the Bug?” queried Deer-Runner.  “What became of him?”

“He went to live with the Meat-Eaters and to be a singer of songs to the king.  He is an old man now, but he sings the same old songs; and, when a man rises up to go forward, he sings that that man is walking backward to live in a tree.”