How that must have scared early man, eh? That was the Big Death. Will the sun rise tomorrow morning?” “And that’s how Halloween began?” “With such long thoughts at night, boys. Would spring ever come back to the world? Would the sun be reborn next year or stay murdered? Egyptians asked it. Winter came on like a great white beast shaking its fur, burying him. Only by night fires was the caveman, beastman, able at last to turn his thoughts on a spit and baste them with wonder. “-now you have time to think of where you came from, where you’re going. But when you stop running at long last-” He touched the walls. When you and your friends die every day, there’s no time to think of Death, is there? Only time to run.
“What’s that got to do with Halloween?” “Do? Why, blast my bones, everything. Because of this one brave, new-thinking man, summer lives in the winter cave.” “But?” said Tom. “See, boys?” Moundshroud’s face flickered with the fire.
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