He had set up a demoniacal chant of joy and was keeping time to it with his teetering.
I quickly hushed my whimpering.

I was no longer in the safety of the trees, and I knew the danger I ran of bringing upon myself the hunting animals by too audible an expression of my grief.
I remember, as my sobs died down, that I became interested in watching the strange light-effects produced by partially opening and closing my tear-wet eyelids.

Then I began to investigate, and found that I was not so very badly damaged by my fall.

I had lost some hair and hide, here and there; the sharp and jagged end of a broken branch had thrust fully an inch into my forearm; and my right hip, which had borne the brunt of my contact with the ground, was aching intolerably.

But these, after all, were only petty hurts.