Margaret A. McIntyre

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Margaret A. McIntyre The Cave Boy of the Age of Stone

One day when the berries were about gone, Thorn saw a great herd of reindeer going by.
"Oh, look at all the reindeer, grandfather!" he cried. "Where are they going?"
"When summer comes," said Flint, "they go to a colder country; and when summer ends, they come back to the cave country."
There were many reindeer in the herd, and their antlers looked like a forest of trees without leaves. A big bear with hungry eyes was following the herd.
That evening a young hunter made a picture of a beautiful reindeer with his head among the grasses.
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Margaret A. McIntyre The Cave Boy of the Age of Stone

Strongarm snatched his, and in a minute there was a clash of stone axes. The other men stood around and watched. They loved a good fight. Before long Strongarm's ax crashed down on the man's head, and he fell over and lay still. The others looked at him, and then went on breaking up the tusks.
After that every man grew busy, and began to cut as much meat from the big bones of the mammoth as he could carry. One bone was all cut bare. Three men standing near it whispered together. Then they lifted the bone and carried it toward a man who could not make axes and was too lazy to hunt.
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Margaret A. McIntyre The Cave Boy of the Age of Stone

But before they reached the shore, the sky turned gray, and the sea grew rough, for the wind blew hard.
"This is nothing," said Periwinkle, laughing, as he saw the whites of Thorn's eyes. "You should see it sometimes. The waves are as high as a hill! Then we do not go fishing, and we live on foxes or rabbits or bears or ducks, or anything that we can kill. When we get nothing by hunting, we kill the dogs."
"Do the big waves ever turn the dug-outs over?" Thorn asked, with white lips.
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