“Old Boo-oogh was very strong.  It was said he could pull a grown man’s head right off.  I never heard of him doing it, because no man would give him a chance.  Father wouldn’t.  One day, when father was down on the beach, Boo-oogh took after mother.  She couldn’t run fast, for the day before she had got her leg clawed by a bear when she was up on the mountain gathering berries.  So Boo-oogh caught her and carried her up into his tree.  Father never got her back.  He was afraid.  Old Boo-oogh made faces at him.

“But father did not mind.  Strong-Arm was another strong man.  He was one of the best fishermen.  But one day, climbing after sea-gull eggs, he had a fall from the cliff.  He was never strong after that.  He coughed a great deal, and his shoulders drew near to each other.  So father took Strong-Arm’s wife.  When he came around and coughed under our tree, father laughed at him and threw rocks at him.  It was our way in those days.  We did not know how to add strength together and become strong.”

“Would a brother take a brother’s wife?” Deer-Runner demanded.

“Yes, if he had gone to live in another tree by himself.”

“But we do not do such things now,” Afraid-of-the-Dark objected.

“It is because I have taught your fathers better.”  Long-Beard thrust his hairy paw into the bear meat and drew out a handful of suet, which he sucked with a meditative air.  Again he wiped his hands on his naked sides and went on.  “What I am telling you happened in the long ago, before we knew any better.”

“You must have been fools not to know better,” was Deer-Runner’s comment, Yellow-Head grunting approval.

“So we were, but we became bigger fools, as you shall see.  Still, we did learn better, and this was the way of it.  We Fish-Eaters had not learned to add our strength until our strength was the strength of all of us.  But the Meat-Eaters, who lived across the divide in the Big Valley, stood together, hunted together, fished together, and fought together.  One day they came into our valley.  Each family of us got into its own cave and tree.  There were only ten Meat-Eaters, but they fought together, and we fought, each family by itself.”

Long-Beard counted long and perplexedly on his fingers.

“There were sixty men of us,” was what he managed to say with fingers and lips combined.  “And we were very strong, only we did not know it.  So we watched the ten men attack Boo-oogh’s tree.  He made a good fight, but he had no chance.  We looked on.  When some of the Meat-Eaters tried to climb the tree, Boo-oogh had to show himself in order to drop stones on their heads, whereupon the other Meat-Eaters, who were waiting for that very thing, shot him full of arrows.  And that was the end of Boo-oogh.

“Next, the Meat-Eaters got One-Eye and his family in his cave.  They built a fire in the mouth and smoked him out, like we smoked out the bear there to-day.  Then they went after Six-Fingers, up his tree, and, while they were killing him and his grown son, the rest of us ran away.  They caught some of our women, and killed two old men who could not run fast and several children.  The women they carried away with them to the Big Valley.