The enthusiasm from the hunting expedition had abated and sorrow had taken over. Men and women retreated to their designated corners and started talking with their partners about the day they had spent away from one another, while the children continued to sit around the fire that was dying. But they all succumbed to the tiredness of the day, and so even the children gathered to their corners and surrendered themselves to the heavy but redeeming caress of Morpheus.
Next morning, they saw the leader of the group along with the man who had stayed behind with him, coming up the path. The dew was dripping from the leaves of the trees. There was a soft pleasant smell the wind was bringing, probably from the eucalyptus trees. They were hungry and it was their turn to eat. They had kept two larg
