XIThe home-coming ceremony showed a new side of the Cro-Magnon people. Like many primitive folk, they had a flair for extempore dramatics. When the hunters were still a mile from the village, they suddenly raised their voices in a loud chorus. “Vo quimo—vo quimo—ug hed ig Zwei-Tag vo quimo.” (We come, we come—from the fields [heath?] of the mammoth.) The men had strong rich voices, and the chant rang thrillingly over the wastes.
From the distant village came the answer: fifty voices raised as one in a long-drawn minor note that made the short hairs creep on Adam’s neck. “Og blut hun?” (Have you killed? Literally, perhaps: Is there blood on the hands?)
“Gi, og blut hun,” the hunters chanted. “Gi, og blut hun.” (Yes, we have killed.)
Straightway the waiting villagers broke into the triump
