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The Magic Ring

           Disgustedanddefiantwefledindifferentdirections,rejoiningeachotherlaterinthekitchen-garden;andaswestrolledalongtogether,ourshortfeudforgotten,Haroldobserved,gloomily:“Ishouldliketobeacave-man,likeUncleGeorgewastellin’usabout:withaflinthatchetandnoclothes,andliveinacaveandnotknowanybody!”

           “Andifanyonecametoseeuswedidn’tlike,”Ijoinedin,catchingontothepointsoftheidea,“we’dhithimontheheadwiththehatchettillhedroppeddowndead.”

           “Andthen,”saidHarold,warmingup,“we’ddraghimintothecaveandSKINHIM!”

           Foraspacewegloatedsilentlyoverthefairsceneourimaginationshadconjuredup.ItwasBLOODwefelttheneedofjustthen.Wewantednoluxuries,nothingdear-boughtnorfar-fetched.Justplainblood,andnothingelse,andplentyofit.

           Blood,however,wasnottobehad.Thetimewasoutofjoint,andwehadbeenborntoolate.Sowewentofftothegreenhouse,crawledintotheheatingarrangementunderneath,andplayedatthedarkanddirtyandunrestrictedlifeofcave-mentillwewereheartilysickofit.Thenweemergedoncemoreintohistorictimes,andwentofftotheroadtolookforsomethinglivingandsentienttothrowstonesat.

           Nature,sooftenacheerfulally,sometimessulksandrefusestoplay.Wheninthismoodshepassesthewordtoherunderlings,andallthelittlepeopleoffurandfeathertakethehintandsliphomequietlybybackstreets.Invainwescouted,lurked,crept,andambuscaded.

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