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They walked along； two continents of experience and feeling； unable to municate。
〃If I could only get a pig！〃
〃I'll e back and go on with the shelter。〃
They looked at each other； baffled； in love and hate。 All the warm salt water of the bathing pool and the shouting and splashing and laughing were only just sufficient to bring them together again。
Simon was not in the bathing pool as they had expected。
When the other two had trotted down the beach to look back at the mountain he had followed them for a few yards and then stopped。 He had stood frowning down at a pile of sand on the beach where somebody had been trying to build a little house or hut Then he turned his back on this and walked into the forest with an air of purpose。 He was a small； skinny boy； his chin pointed； and his eyes so bright they had deceived Ralph into thinking him delightfully gay and wicked。 The coarse mop of black hair was long and swung down； almost concealing a low； broad forehead。 He wore the remains of shorts and his feet were bare like Jack's。 Always darkish in color； Simon was burned by the sun to a deep tan that glistened with sweat。
He picked his way up the scar； passed the great rock where Ralph had climbed on the first morning； then turned off to his right among the trees。 He walked with an accustomed tread through the acres of fruit trees； where the least energetic could find an easy if unsatisfying meal。 Flower and fruit grew together on the same tree and everywhere was the scent of ripeness and the booming of a million bees at pasture。 Here the littlums who had run after him caught up with him。 They talked； cried out unintelligibly； lugged him toward the trees。 Then； amid the roar of bees in the afternoon sunlight； Simon found for them the fruit they could not reach； pulled off the choicest from up in the foliage； passed them back down to the endless； outstretched hands。 When he had satisfied them he paused and looked round。 The littluns watched him inscrutably over double handfuls of ripe fruit。
Simon turned away from them and went where the just perceptible path led him。 Soon high jungle closed in。 Tall trunks bore unexpected pale flowers all the way up to the dark canopy where life went on clamorously。 The air here was dark too； and the creepers dropped their ropes like the rigging of foundered ships。 His feet left prints in the soft soil and the creepers shivered throughout their lengths when he bumped them。
He came at last to a place where more sunshine fell。 Since they had not so far to go for light the creepers had woven a great mat that hung at the side of an open space in the jungle； for here a patch of rock came close to the surface and would not allow more than little plants and ferns to grow。 The whole space was walled with dark aromatic bushes； and was a bowl of heat and light。 A great tree； fallen across one er； leaned against the trees that still stood arid a rapid climber flaunted red and yellow sprays right to the top。
Simon paused。 He looked over his shoulder as Jack had done at the close ways behind him and glanced swiftly round to confirm that he was utterly alone。 For a moment his movements were almost furtive。 Then he bent down and wormed his way into the center of the mat。 The creepers and the bushes were so close that he left his sweat on them and they pulled together behind him。 When he was secure in the middle he was in a little cabin screened off from the open space by a few leaves。 He squatted down； parted the leaves arid looked out into the clearing。 Nothing moved but a pair of gaudy butterflies that danced round each other in the hot air。 Holding his breath he cocked a critical ear at the sounds of the island。 Evening was advancing toward the island； the sounds of the bright fantastic birds； the bee…sounds； even the crying of the gulls that were returning to their roosts among the square rocks； were fainter。 The deep sea breaking miles away on the reef made an undertone less perceptible than the susurration of the blood。
Simon dropped the screen of leaves back into place。 The slope of the bars of honey…colored sunlight decreased； they slid up the bushes； passed over the green candle…like buds； moved up toward tile canopy； and darkness thickened under the trees。 With the fading of the light the riotous colors died and the heat and urgency cooled away。 The candle…buds stirred。 Their green sepals drew back a little and the white tips of the flowers rose delicately to meet the open air。
Now the sunlight had lifted clear of the open space and withdrawn from the sky。 Darkness poured out； submerging the ways between the trees tin they were dim and strange as the bottom of the sea。 The candle…buds opened their wide white flowers glimmering under the light that pricked down from the first stars。 Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island。
CHAPTER FOUR
Painted Faces and Long Hair
The first rhythm that they became used to was the slow swing from dawn to quick dusk。 They accepted the pleasures of morning； the bright sun； the whelming sea and sweet air； as a time when play was good and life so full that hope was not necessary and therefore forgotten。 Toward noon； as the floods of light fell more nearly to the perpendicular； the stark colors of the morning were smoothed in pearl and opalescence； and the heat…as though the impending sun's height gave it momentum… became a blow that they ducked； running to the shade and lying there； perhaps even sleeping。
Strange things happened at midday。 The glittering sea rose up； moved apart in planes of blatant impossibility； the coral reef and the few stunted palms that clung to the more elevated parts would float up into the sky； would quiver； be plucked apart； run like raindrops on a wire or be repeated as in an odd succession of mirrors。 Sometimes land loomed where there was no land and flicked out like a bubble as the children watched。 Piggy discounted all this learnedly as a 〃mirage〃； and since no boy could reach even the reef over the stretch of water where the snapping sharks waited； they grew accustomed to these mysteries and ignored them； just as they ignored the miraculous； throbbing stars。 At midday the illusions merged into the sky and there the sun gazed down like an angry eye。 Then； at the end of the afternoon； the mirage subsided and the horizon became level and blue and clipped as the sun declined。 That was another time of parative coolness but menaced by the ing of the dark。 When the sun sank； darkness dropped on the island like an extinguisher and soon the shelters were full of restlessness； under the remote stars。
Nevertheless； the northern European tradition of work； play； and food right through the day； made it impossible for them to adjust themselves wholly to this new rhythm。 The littlun Percival had early crawled into a shelter and stayed there for two days； talking； singing； and crying； till they thought him batty and were faintly amused。 Ever since then he had been peaked； red…eyed； and miserable； a littlun who played little and cried often。
The smaller boys were known now by the generic title of 〃littluns。〃 The decrease in size； from Ralph down； was gradual； and though there was a dubious region inhabited by Simon and Robert and Maurice； nevertheless no one had any difficulty in recognizing biguns at one end and littluns at the other。 The undoubted littluns； those aged about six； led a quite distinct； and at the same time intense； life of their own。 They ate most of the day； picking fruit where they could reach it and not particular about ripeness and quality。 They were used now to stomach…aches and a sort of chronic diarrhoea。 They suffered untold terrors in the dark and huddled together for fort。 Apart from food and sleep； they found time for play； aimless and trivial； in the white sand by the bright water。 They cried for their mothers much less often than might have been expected； they were very brown； and filthily dirty。 They obeyed the summons of the conch； partly because Ralph blew it； and he was big enough to be a link with the adult world of authority； and partly because they enjoyed the entertainment of the assemblies。 But otherwise they seldom bothered with the biguns and their passionately emotional and corporate life was their own。
They had built castles in the sand at the bar of the little river。 These castles were about one foot high and were decorated with shells； withered flowers； and interesting stones。 Round the castles was a plex of marks； tracks； walls； railway lines； that were of significance only if inspected with the eye at beach…level。 The littluns played here； if not happily at least with absorbed attention； and often as many as three of them would play the same game together。
Three were playing here now。 Henry was the biggest of them。 He was also a distant relative of that other boy whose mulberry…marked face had not been seen since the evening of the great fire； but he was not old enough to understand this； and if he had been told that the other boy had gone home in an aircraft； he would have accepted the statement without fuss or disbelief。
Henry was a bit of a leader this afternoon； because the other two were Percival and John