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"IN just such a place as I have described to you I was born," continued Mackey. "The first thing I remember clearly, I was hanging on my mother's back with both my arms round her neck, as she ran along one of the vines I have spoken of, which formed a bridge across a rapid roaring stream. My father was before us, and just as we reached the middle of the bridge, he stopped, and began shaking it in play. I screamed with terror, for I thought we should certainly fall, and my mother called on him to stop, telling me at the same time that there was no danger. When my father saw that I was really frightened, he ceased his play, and brought me a ripe date to comfort me.
"O, we used to have fine frolics in those woods. There were a great many of us, and we were all very friendly together. Now and then we young ones got into a quarrel, but we soon made friends again. We had plenty of fruit and nuts, nice tall trees to play and sleep in, and nothing to fear except the snakes and wildcats."