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Determined to get back to the Cave of Time, you climb the mountain, winding around the boulders, stopping from time to time to rest and look around. Once you catch yourself sniffing the air as if you were an animal. You wish you did have a keen sense of smell, but you don’t. At least your eyes and ears are as food as those of most animals. You look around and listen; but you can’t hear anything. Then you realize you’re stalling; you’re afraid to climb the mountain, afraid to face the cave bear. You start climbing again. You look around and listen; but you can’t hear anything. Then you realize you’re stalling; you’re afraid to climb the mountain, afraid to face the cave bear. You start climbing again. The days are getting colder. Winter is setting in. Soon the country will be in the grip of ice and snow. And now as you climb you feel a raw chill wind and then see the first flakes of snow tumbling down. Again you feel the urge to turn back, and again you force yourself to keep climbing. At last the cave is before you. You approach it with extreme care, trying not to make the slightest nose. Stepping inside, you duck around a rock pillar. You don’t want to be silhouetted at the cave entrance. It’s the breathing you hear first, the steady heaving of a massive chest. The bear is sleeping---right across the entrance to the tunnel that leads into the Cave of Time! The huge animal stirs, shaking its great arms. Then it lies still again. You’re going to have to jump right over it! Turn to page 36