d that with
these he could create it at will; that a dead pig, though always
improved by the effort, could not be depended upon to kill it unless
the enemy was young and small,--when stones would answer as well,--and
that he could always kill it himself by depriving it of food.

It is hardly possible that animal food produced a direct effect on his
mind; but the effort to obtain it certainly did, arousing his torpid
faculties to a keener activity. He grasped the relation of cause to
effect--seeing one, he looked for the other. He noticed resemblances
and soon realized the common attributes of fire and the sun; and, as
his fetish was not always good to him,--the sun and storm seeming to
follow their own sweet will in spite of his unspoken faith in the
lifebuoy,--he again became an apostate, transferring his allegiance to
the sun, of which the friendly fire was evidently a part or symbol. He
did not discard his dethroned fetish completely; he still kept it in
his cave to punch, kick, and revile by gestures and growls at times
when the sun was hidden, retaining this habit from his former faith.
The life-buoy was now his devil--a symbol of evil, or what was the same
to him--discomfort; for he had advanced in religious thought to a point
where he needed one. Every morning when the sun shone, and at its
reappearance after the rain, he prostrated himself in a patch of
sun-light--this and the abuse of the life-buoy becoming ceremonies in
his fire-worship.

In time he became such a menace to the hogs that they climbed the wall
at the high ground and disappeared in the country beyond. And after
them went the cowardly dingoes that preyed on their young. Rodent
animals, more difficult to hunt, and a species of small kangaroo
furnished him occupation and food until they, too, emigrated, when he
was forced to follow; he was now a carnivorous animal, no longer
satisfied with vegetable food.

The longer hunts brought with them a difficulty which spurred him to
further invention. He could carry only as many stones as his hands
would hold, and often found himself far from his base of supply, with
game in sight, and without means to kill it. The pouch in which the
mother kangaroo carried her young suggested to his mind a like
contrivance for carrying stones. Since he had cut his foot on the
shell, he had known the potency of a sharp edge, but not until he
needed to remove charred and useless flesh from his food did he
appreciate the u