BEK-WUK, THE ARROW 89 



" If they had no knives nor guns, how could 

 they kill anything when they went hunting ; and 

 if they had no horses, how could they go, and who 

 were the Stone Giants?" interrupted Anne, tak- 

 ing up a glistening white arrow-head, the most 

 shapely of all, from among those in her lap, for 

 it was upon this one the voice rested. 



"Slowly, go slowly, House Child, and listen 

 patiently if you would hear my story. We of the 

 past who have grown slowly with the Earth's 

 growth must take our own way and time of 

 telling. 



"As I was saying, I was of a layer of white 

 flint rock embedded in the granite of Wenona's 

 cliff. For ages after I had hardened from a 

 molten mass I lay there, cold and silent. You 

 may perhaps find such stuff as I making white 

 lines in some broken rock hereabouts." 



" Ah, yes," said Anne, " I know a place between 

 here and Wild Cat Mountain that we call the 

 Dark Woods. A place where I may never go 

 alone because the rocks are high like a wall, and 

 Aspetuck runs so quickly between them that father 

 says it has cut a pathway for itself. In those 

 high rocks there are stripes of shiny, sharp flint, 

 just like you not exactly straight stripes like 

 those on a flag, but wiggley ones, like a crumpled- 



