First edition, February, 1925, 4,000 copies, clothbound, 4,000 copies, paperbound. One evening in the year minus ninety-eight thousand and seventy-six--that is, one hundred thousand years ago--Ogi, the son of Og, sat in front of a blazing fire in the cave, licking his greasy lips and wiping his greasy fingers upon the thick brown hair of his chest. The grease on Ogi’s lips and fingers had come from a chunk out of an aurochs, which Ogi had roasted on a sharpened stick before the fire. The tribe had been hunting that day, and Ogi himself had driven the spear through the eye of the great creature. Being young, he was a hero; and now he had a hero’s share of meat in him, and sat before the fire…
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