Pulp Fiction, 1922 · page 142 of 200
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MEM iyi GA EE PYLE AALS By ‘ Z, LG Mey CS tLA LYE Lie OY ig all VT HYES YY, i ‘\ Sig a Hiv W\ |! Sah IN THE YEAR OF 20,000 B. C. LEAN AK FELL IN LOVE WITH THE SIX DAUGHTERS 3 OF UFU THE GREAT XCITEMENT was stirring among several score of tall, heavy, rein- deerskin-clad men who were gath- ered about the hillside mouth of a cave. They were armed with bows and arrows, fire-hardened spears, stone-headed hatchets, flint knives and great wooden bludgeons, and they kept a rude martial array, in which every man held a weapon ready for use. Somewhat in advance of the tribesmen stood a figure clad in more wraps than a commoner wore—it was the renowned chieftain-magician, Ufu the Great. Uttering occasional comment in a harsh tongue, the tribal leader gazed down the near bank of the broad river that flowed through the val- ley. Strangers were expected. A man belonging to the cave had run in with the tidings that he and several other tribesmen, having wandered some dis- tance down the river, had come upon a score of men, almost as many women and several children lying asleep near a dying fire. The men of the cave had stood off and sounded the call of welcome. The chief of the sleepers had awakened and returned the friendly cry. The strangers all aroused, there had been a parley. The man from the cave had bidden the un- 1 : —¢ Lhe bight for the Cave Prosper Buranelli known people to repair to the grotto and account for themselves to Ufu the Great. The chief of the newcomers had replied pacifically, and a runner had been sent in advance to give notice of the visitors’ coming. Ufu the Great sounded the high, waver- ing welcome cry as a group of men came in sight over an eminence that rose beside the river. The call was returned by the chief of the approaching strangers, and soon the party had arrived at the base of the ascent which led to the cave. There the women and. children were left behind, while Lean Ak, the visitor’s leader ad- vanced, backed by his men, to confer with the mighty Ufu. As the tribal headmen met, each drew his flint knife and presented it to the other in pledge of amity. The ceremony was conducted with taciturn dignity, where- upon Ufu the Great addressed Lean Ak with the customary invitation into the cave. “Tt is cold,” said the chieftain-magician hospitably. “Your cave is warmer than fire,” re-. sponded Lean Ak in the terms of con- ventional courtesy. Before entering the cave each chief availed himself of an interval of outdoor light to inspect the tribe of the other. The men of the two clans stood in con- 136 trast. The followers of Ufu were of mas- sive proportions all, Lean Ak’s tribesmen, COnMICOOOLKS (F@)