There is one puzzling thing about these prehistoric memories of mine.

It is the vagueness of the time element.

I lo not always know the order of events;--or can I tell, between some events, whether one, two, or four or five years have elapsed.

I can only roughly tell the passage of time by judging the changes in the appearance and pursuits of my fellows.
Also, I can apply the logic of events to the various happenings.

For instance, there is no doubt whatever that my mother and I were treed by the wild pigs and fled and fell in the days before I made the acquaintance of Lop-Ear, who became what I may call my boyhood chum.