No bones were broken, and in those days the flesh of man had finer healing qualities than it has to-day.

Yet it was a severe fall, for I limped with my injured hip for fully a week afterward.
Next, as I lay in the bushes, there came upon me a feeling of desolation, a consciousness that I was homeless.

I made up my mind never to return to my mother and the Chatterer.

I would go far away through the terrible forest, and find some tree for myself in which to roost.

As for food, I knew where to find it.