One thing only is certain, and that is that Big-Tooth did stamp into the cerebral constitution of one of his progeny all the impressions of his life, and stamped them in so indelibly that the hosts of intervening generations have failed to obliterate them.
There is one other thing of which I must speak before I close.

It is a dream that I dream often, and in point of time the real event must have occurred during the period of my living in the high, inaccessible cave.
I remember that I wandered far in the forest toward the east.

There I came upon a tribe of Tree People.

I crouched in a thicket and watched them at play.

They were holding a laughing council, jumping up and down and screeching rude choruses.
Suddenly they hushed their noise and ceased their capering.