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Later he pictured an aurochs—later he pictured a bear—
Pictured the sabre-tooth tiger dragging a man to his lair—
Pictured the mountainous mammoth, hairy, abhorrent, alone—
Out of the love that he bore them, scribing them clearly on bone.

Swift came the tribe to behold them, peering and pushing and still—
Men of the berg-battered beaches, men of the boulder-hatched hill—
Hunter and fishers and trappers, presently whispering low:
'Yea, they are like—and it may be——But how does the Picture-man know?

'Ung—hath he slept with the Aurochs—watched where the Mastodon roam?

Spoke on the ice with the Bow-head—followed the Sabre-tooth home?