О дивный новый мир

           Andatlastitwastheday.Thesunwentdown,themoonrose.Hewentwiththeothers.Menwerestanding,dark,attheentrancetothekiva;theladderwentdownintotheredlighteddepths.Alreadytheleadingboyshadbeguntoclimbdown.Suddenly,oneofthemensteppedforward,caughthimbythearm,andpulledhimoutoftheranks.Hebrokefreeanddodgedbackintohisplaceamongtheothers.Thistimethemanstruckhim,pulledhishair."Notforyou,white-hair!""Notforthesonoftheshe-dog,"saidoneoftheothermen.Theboyslaughed."Go!"Andashestillhoveredonthefringesofthegroup,"Go!"themenshoutedagain.Oneofthembentdown,tookastone,threwit."Go,go,go!"Therewasashowerofstones.Bleeding,heranawayintothedarkness.Fromthered-litkivacamethenoiseofsinging.Thelastoftheboyshadclimbeddowntheladder.Hewasallalone.

           Allalone,outsidethepueblo,onthebareplainofthemesa.Therockwaslikebleachedbonesinthemoonlight.Downinthevalley,thecoyoteswerehowlingatthemoon.Thebruiseshurthim,thecutswerestillbleeding;butitwasnotforpainthathesobbed;itwasbecausehewasallalone,becausehehadbeendrivenout,alone,intothisskeletonworldofrocksandmoonlight.Attheedgeoftheprecipicehesatdown.Themoonwasbehindhim;helookeddownintotheblackshadowofthemesa,intotheblackshadowofdeath.Hehadonlytotakeonestep,onelittlejump....Heheldouthisrighthandinthemoonlight.Fromthecutonhiswristthebloodwasstilloozing.