“Why didn’t you find more weapons?” David asked; “I expect the people had many more, hadn’t they?”
“I expect they had,” said Uncle John, “but I’m afraid I can’t tell you why no more were found. Perhaps the people went away to live somewhere else and took their belongings with them.”
“I wish we had been there when you were digging at the mound,” Dick said. “I suppose there isn’t another one anywhere about?”
“No,” said Uncle John. “I’m afraid there isn’t another one.”
Chapter the Twenty-sixth
THE STORY OF TIG: How the Old Chief Died
NOW it happened, when they all came home again from the hunting camp, that the old chief of the village fell ill. Caerig was his name, but the people always called him Old Chief, for he had been the head man of the village for many years, and they all honoured him because he had been a clever hunter in the past days and a brave fighter.
The women of the village attended to him in his sickness, and tried to cure him with the medicines made from wild plants which they gathered in the woods; but the medicines did no good, and Old Chief grew worse.