tooth

Stone tools

Stone axe

Woven basket

Little wild pigs were eating the acorns

The sparks came like a flame and caught the dry leaves

The boys listened in wonder

Shelter of branches

Acorns

Tiger

Tiger's tooth

He struck with his hammer stone

He held the pebble in his left hand and struck it a sharp blow

Deer antlers

Forest scene

Spear

The women and children went to pick berries

The women and children ate and ate the sweet fruit

Snowy owl in tree

Women with baskets

Skin bag with pull string

Herd of reindeer

They dived into the river and swam away, pulling the raft

Flock of white swans

The sea

Clam and oyster shells

Dug-out boat

They began to cook the fish

The people took the fish in their hands

Cutting down a tree

A flounder

Seaweed

Thorn learns to swim

Clay bowls

Mammoth trapped in swamp

Wolves

Throwing a spear

A North American Indian

A stone arrow head

A stone ax

Picture of reindeer, scratched on slate; found in a cave in France

Eskimo by their winter huts; drawn by an Eskimo

A bone awl; found in a cave in England

Drawing of a mammoth, on a piece of mammoth tusk;
found in a cave in France

A flint knife; found in Australia

THE CAVE BOY OF THE AGE OF STONE

CHAPTER I

STRONGARM'S FAMILY

It was spring, thousands of years ago. Little boys snatched the April
violets, and with them painted purple stripes upon their arms and
faces. Then they played that enemies came.

"Be afraid!" shouted one, frowning; and he stamped his foot and shook
his fist at the play enemies.

"I am fine!" called the other; and he held his head high, and took big
steps, and looked this way and that.

The little brothers were named Thorn and Pineknot. Their baby sister
had no name. The children looked rough and wild and strong and glad.
The sun had made them brown, the wind had tangled their hair. Their
clothes were only bits of fox skin. Their home was the safe rock cave
in the side of the hill.

Near the children a little goat was eating the sweet new grass. She
was tied with a string made of skin. Thorn stroked her and, laughing,
said,

"Let us put the baby on the goat's back and see her run."

"Oh, that would be fun!" cried Pineknot, and he ran and untied the goat.

Laughing, Thorn put the baby on the goat's back. The little fingers
clung to the goat's hair.

Then Thorn struck the goat and shouted,