The Fire People had found their way across the swamp.
The Swift One, Lop-Ear, and I followed on the heels of Hair-Face and his wife.

When we came to the edge of the great swamp, we stopped.

We did not know its paths.

It was outside our territory, and it had been always avoided by the Folk.

None had ever gone into it--at least, to return.
In our minds it represented mystery and fear, the terrible unknown.