Boy of the Painted Cave
ABOUT THE READING In a world that
existed 18,000 years ago, a fourteen-year-old
boy, Tao, is forced to hunt. All he has ever
wanted to do is to paint images of bears
and deer in the caves. Because Tao is not a
Chosen One, he is forbidden to paint. As this
excerpt begins, Tao and his wolf dog have
stumbled across a stranger while hunting.
As you read the passage below, pay attention to
how Tao defends himself.
Tao gasped. He felt a mixture of dismay and awe.
The stranger standing before him was Graybeard,
the Cave Painter, the shaman of all the clans. Never
did he think he would meet such a great one.
“I also know you hunt on forbidden land,” said
Graybeard.
The boy winced and shifted from one foot to the
other. “It is forbidden only because of the demons
and evil spirits,” he said, his voice cracking.
“And you are not afraid of demons?”
“I have heard the wailing screams and the wild
howls, but they are the cries of the eagle-owl and
the loons. If there are other demons I have never
seen one.” . . .
For a moment Tao was quiet. Then he swallowed
hard and said, “The people of my clan are starving.
The Slough is full of game. With the wolf dog I
bring them much food.”
Graybeard nodded. “You are not afraid
of demons, you do not believe in evil spirits
and, for you, taboos melt away like the winter
snows.”
“I am sorry,” said Tao “but I do not believe these
things are bad. The animal, the birds, the trees give
us food and clothing. Yet our leaders see only evil.”
Graybeard nodded. Tao was sure he saw a glint of
understanding in the old man’s eye.
“And you know better than the leaders?” said
Graybeard.
“No,” said Tao. “I only know that the Slough is a
place of many good things. Here I find food. I watch
the animals and birds . . . I feel good here.”
“The herds are coming back,” said the old man,
nodding. “They will be here when the fields are
green with new grass. I have come from the other
camps with the news. Now I will paint images
of the great beasts in the secret caverns to bring
good hunting.”
. . . “Will you come and share food with us?”
asked Tao. “We have a small cave on the other side
of the valley.”
Graybeard leaned against the trunk of a birch
tree. His spear rested on the crook of his arm as he
rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. “Yes,” he
said, “it will be good to rest.”
ANALYZING LITERATURE
1. Main Idea What is Graybeard’s attitude toward Tao? How can you tell?
2. Critical Thinking: Making Predictions Do you think Tao will ever be permitted to paint like Graybeard? Why or why not?