Rudyard Kipling, 1907 Nobel Prize Winner, British short-story writer, novelist, and poet, brings you another masterpiece indeed.
A passage from the book...
We are very slightly changed From the semi-apes who ranged Indias prehistoric clay; Whoso drew the longest bow, Ran his brother down, you know, As we run men down today. "Dowb," the first of all his race, Met the Mammoth face to face On the lake or in the cave, Stole the steadiest canoe, Ate the quarry others slew, Died-and took the finest grave.