До Адама

           Herarmswerenotsolong,andherlegswerestouter.Sheworenoclothes—onlyhernaturalhair.AndIcantellyoushewasafurywhenshewasexcited.

           Andlikeafuryshedasheduponthescene.Shewasgrittingherteeth,makingfrightfulgrimaces,snarling,utteringsharpandcontinuouscriesthatsoundedlike“kh-ah!kh-ah!”Sosuddenandformidablewasherappearancethattheboarinvoluntarilybunchedhimselftogetheronthedefensiveandbristledassheswervedtowardhim.Thensheswervedtowardme.Shehadquitetakenthebreathoutofhim.Iknewjustwhattodointhatmomentoftimeshehadgained.Ileapedtomeether,catchingheraboutthewaistandholdingonhandandfoot—yes,bymyfeet;Icouldholdonbythemasreadilyasbymyhands.Icouldfeelinmytensegripthepullofthehairasherskinandhermusclesmovedbeneathwithherefforts.

           AsIsay,Ileapedtomeether,andontheinstantsheleapedstraightupintotheair,catchinganoverhangingbranchwithherhands.Thenextinstant,withclashingtusks,theboardrovepastunderneath.Hehadrecoveredfromhissurpriseandsprungforward,emittingasquealthatwasalmostatrumpeting.Atanyrateitwasacall,foritwasfollowedbytherushingofbodiesthroughthefernsandbrushfromalldirections.

           Fromeverysidewildhogsdashedintotheopenspace—ascoreofthem.Butmymotherswungoverthetopofathicklimb,adozenfeetfromtheground,and,stillholdingontoher,weperchedthereinsafety.Shewasveryexcited.