"My fellow cave-men, fell in a rage:
'What hast thou done?' cried Singh, the Sage,
'For I hear far off a battle-song,
And the tree-men come, a hundred strong ...'
Long the battle and dread the fight;
We hurled rocks down from our mountain height"—
I copy this from memory alone ... Hildreth has all my cave-poems. I gave them to her, holding no transcripts of them—
The upshot—
"All of our tribe were slain ... Naa and I alone escaped—going far off—