Free Sunset of the Sabertooth by Mary Pope Osborne Page B

Annie.
    “Go! Go ! ” said Jack.
    He and Annie ran through the cave, over the bones, and out into the falling snow.
    They kept on going. They ran between fallen rocks and under jagged cliffs.

    Finally they stopped and turned around.
    All they could see was snow and rocks and their own footprints.
    No bear.
    “Whew,” said Annie. “That was lucky.”
    “Yeah,” said Jack. “He probably never even woke up. We just got in a panic.”
    Annie huddled close to Jack. “Brrr! I’m f-freezing,” she said.
    “Me too,” he said.
    He took off his glasses to wipe off the snow. The cold wind blew against his bare legs.
    “Wow,” Annie said. “Look.” She pointed to something behind Jack.
    “What?” Jack put his glasses back on and turned around.
    Under a cliff was a wide ledge. Under the ledge was another cave.
    Only this cave seemed to have a golden glow.
    This one looked cozy and safe and warm.

Jack and Annie crept to the cave and peeked inside.
    A small flame danced from a bed of glowing coals.
    Near the fire were knives, axes, and hollowed-out stones.
    Animal skins were neatly stacked against the wall.
    “People must live here,” said Annie.
    “Maybe it’s the home of the Cro-Magnons we saw,” said Jack, looking around.
    “Let’s go inside and get warm,” said Annie.
    Jack and Annie moved quickly to the fire and warmed their hands.
    Their shadows danced on the stone walls.
    Jack pulled out his Ice Age book. He found a picture of a cave. He read:
Cro-Magnons made many things from animals, plants, and stone. They made flute-like musical instruments from mammoth bones. They made ropes by braiding plant fibers. They made axes and knives from stone.
    Jack pulled out his notebook and pencil. He started a list:

    “Ta-da!” said Annie.
    Jack looked up. Annie was wearing a coat.
    It had a hood and long sleeves. It went all the way down to her sneakers.
    “Where did you get that?” said Jack.
    “From that pile of furry skins,” said Annie, pointing. “These must be their clothes. Maybe they’re being mended.”
    She picked up another coat and handed it to Jack.
    “Try one. It’s really warm,” she said.
    Jack put his backpack and towel down on the hard dirt floor. He slipped on the coat.

    It did feel very warm—and soft.
    “We look like cave kids,” said Annie.
    Squeak . Peanut peeked out of Jack’s pack lying on the floor.
    “You stay in there,” said Annie. “There’s no teeny coat for you.”
    Peanut vanished back into the pack.
    “I wonder how they made these coats,” said Jack.
    He turned the pages in the book until he found a picture of Cro-Magnon women sewing. He read:
Cro-Magnons scraped reindeer skins with flint rocks to make them soft. They used bone needles to sew the skins together for clothing.
    Jack added to his list:

    “I hope the cave people won’t mind if we borrow their coats,” said Jack.
    “Maybe we should give them our towels,” said Annie. “To thank them.”
    “Good idea.”
    “And my goggles, too,” said Annie.
    They left their gifts on top of the rest of the animal skins.
    “Let’s explore the cave before they come home,” said Jack.
    “It’s too dark in the back,” said Annie. “We won’t be able to see anything.”
    “I’ll find out how Cro-Magnons saw in the dark,” said Jack.
    He opened the Ice Age book. He found a picture of cave people holding odd-looking lamps. He read aloud to Annie:
Cro-Magnons made stone lamps. They hollowed out a rock, filled it with animal fat, then burned a wick made from moss.
    “There!” said Annie. She pointed to two stones near the fire. In the hollow of each was gooey white stuff and a pile of moss.
    “We have to be careful,” said Jack.
    He picked up one stone. It was smaller than a soup bowl, but much heavier.
    Jack held the stone close to the fire and lit the piece of moss.
    He lit another lamp and gave it to Annie.
    “Carry it with two hands,” he said.
    “I know,” she said.
    Jack tucked the book under