Korak was very proud
of her, and even old Akut grunted in approval where before he had
growled in contempt.
A distant village of blacks had furnished her with a mantle of fur
and feathers, with copper ornaments, and weapons, for Korak would
not permit her to go unarmed, or unversed in the use of the weapons
he stole for her. A leather thong over one shoulder supported the
ever present Geeka who was still the recipient of her most sacred
confidences. A light spear and a long knife were her weapons
of offense or defense. Her body, rounding into the fulness of an
early maturity, followed the lines of a Greek goddess; but there
the similarity ceased, for her face was beautiful.
As she grew more accustomed to the jungle and the ways of its wild
denizens fear left her. As time wore on she even hunted alone when
Korak and Akut were prowling at a great distance, as they were
sometimes forced to do when game was scarce in their immediate
vicinity. Upon these occasions she usually confined her endeavors
to the smaller animals though sometimes she brought down a deer,
and once even Horta, the boar--a great tusker that even Sheeta
might have thought twice before attacking.
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