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used. Homo must have a little sense for he knew enough for this, and better still, he must think something of his group. I thought there was something in the Sap if he had some group loyalty, and thought something of his kin and tribe. So I decided to watch the Sap more closely after this and see if he did anything else that seemed to be of some little value. This time he seemed to show that he had an idea even if it was wrong, and I think it is much better to haVe ideas even if they are wrong ones.
It wasn’t long after this when I saw the Sap come down into the Valley with his oldest son, a boy of about ten years of age. Remember all this time that Sap had mainly been a pack-rat hunter. He was a good pack-rat hunter, and it was now time to teach the oldest son how to be a good packrat hunter such as he was. So I saw him take a stick and aim it at a rock and hit the rock and then give his boy a stick and the boy would try to do the same. And the son would try and try and try and after a while he was able to hit the rock. Then they went after pack-rats, and the boy could kill a pack-rat, and later on when the boy was about 18 he got to be as good a pack-rat hunter as the Old Sap himself, and maybe a little better. I thought the Sap was quite ah educator when I saw all this. He seened to realise the value of a very practical education. I wondered if he had any more sons and whether he would teach them the same way.
The very next spring I saw the Sap' come over the ridge into the Valley with hi* second son. This thhe the Sap didn't teach the bo^ to throw sticks at rocks and then at pack-rats, but be *at down and hummed sort of a song or tune. Then he started to throw sand over first his right, and then his left shoulder. And the second eon would repeat this magical tune and throw the sand over his right and then his left shoulder, and that was all there was to it. After a lot of practice in this sort of thing they both got up and went away and the second son had had his preparation for pock-rat hunting,' though 4t. whs a vary V* <So*«U DELTA Fegm4> **
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