Argosy, Vol. 122, No. 1 — page 44: what you’re looking at

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34 at the water the green scum spread out for many yards into the stream. He could not see what swam and wriggled and crawled beneath the evil-smelling covering. He peered up and down the banks. Perhaps a hundred and fifty yards below, the current came near the shore. An o@ut- cropping of rock there made a steep descent to the river, from which yellow shelf-fungi stretched out. Dark-red and orange above, they were light-yellow below, and they formed a series of platforms above the smoothly flowing stream. Burl made his way cautiously toward them. On his way he saw one of the edible mushrooms that formed so large a part of his diet, and paused to break from the flab- by flesh an amount that would feed him for many days. It was too often the custom of his people to find a store of food, carry it to their hiding-place, and then gorge themselves for days, eating, sleeping, and waking only to eat again until the food was gone. Absorbed as he was in his pian of trying his new weapon, Burl was tempted to re- turn with his booty. He would give Saya of this food, and they would eat together. Saya was the maiden who roused unusual emotions in Burl. He felt strange impulses stirring within him when she was near, a desire to touch her, to caress her. He did not understand. He went on, after hesitating. If he brought her food, Saya would be pleased, but if he brought her of the things that swam in the stream, she would be still more pleased. Degraded as his tribe had become, Burl was yet a little more intelligent than they. He was-an atavism, a throwback to ancestors who had cultivated the earth and subjugated its animals. He had a vague idea of pride, unformed but potent. No man within memory had hunted or slain for food. They knew of meat, yes, but it had been the fragments left by an insect-hunter, seized and carried away by the men before the perpetually alert ant- colonies had sent their foragers to the scene, If Burl did what no man before him had done, if he brought a whole carcass to his tribe, they would envy him. They were THE ARGOSY. preoccupied solely with their stomachs, and after that with the preservation of their lives. The perpetuation of the race came third in their consideration. They were herded together in a leader- less group, coming to the same hiding-place that they might share in the finds of the lucky and gather comfort from their num- ° bers. Of weapons, they had none. They sometimes used stones to crack open the. limbs of the huge insects they found partly devoured, cracking them open for the sweet -meat to be found inside, but they sought safety from their enemies solely in flight and hiding. Their enemies were not as numerous as might have been imagined. Most of the meat-eating insects have their allotted prey. The sphex—a hunting wasp—feeds solely upon grasshoppers. Other wasps eat flies only.. The pirate-bee eats bumblebees only. Spiders “were the principal enemies of man, _as they devour with a terrifying impartial- ity all that falls into their clutches. Burl reached the spot from which he might gaze down into the water. He lay prostrate, staring into the shallow depths. Once a huge crayfish, as long as Burl’s body, moved leisurely across his vision. Small fishes and even the huge newts fled before the voracious creature. After a long-time the tide of underwater ‘life resumed its activity. The wriggling grubs of the dragon-flies reappeared. Little flecks of silver swam into view—a school of tiny fish. A larger fish appeared, moving slowly through the water. | . Burl’s eyes glistened and his mouth wat- ered. He reached down with his long weapon. It barely touched the water. Dis- appointment filled him, yet the nearness and the apparent practicability of his scheme spurred him on. | He considered the situation. There were the shelf-fungi below him. He rose and moved to a point just above them, then thrust his spear down. They resisted- its point. Burl felt them tentatively with his foot, then dared to thrust his weight to them. They held him firmly. He clam- bered down and lay flat upon them, peering over the edge as before. . The large fish, as long as Burl’s arm, cComiclbooks.com