Summer 1870 – From Branch to Branch and No Ground Below



On the third night Gabriel slept fitfully and fell off his branch. The ropes prevented him from dropping far but twisted his arm in the process. He insisted that he would be well in the morning. Father smiled and clapped him on the shoulder opposite his injured arm. “Of course you will. You are a warrior!”

Father raised his voice for all to hear. “Come the dawn, we will weaved new hammocks. Cats sleep in trees. Men are not meant for such things. But men are clever and know how to survive in places where they are not meant to be.”