again they tried it, and every time the flying string threw the stick.

"Now," said Thorn, "I shall bend a little branch as that tree was bent,
and I shall tie a string to the ends."

He did so; and all the way home he kept shooting with his little bow,
and wondering about it.

[Illustration: Broken hunting club (2nd version)]




CHAPTER III

THE TAMING OF THE DOG

[Illustration: Cattle horns]

Early one morning Strongarm went out to hunt. Cattle with wild eyes
were eating grass on the edge of the wood. Strongarm dropped to his
knees and slowly, carefully, crawled through the bushes toward them.

"Just a little nearer, and I will throw my spear!" he thought.

A dry branch snapped beneath him! The wild cattle threw up their
heads, and with a hurry of feet were soon lost to sight.

Frowning, the hunter got up from his knees and walked on. He saw a
herd of mammoths, but he could not kill one of the big hairy elephants