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One day, Two-Legs sat on his bench, looking at a boy who was running about and playing with a piece of amber.
The boy rubbed it against his breeches to make it bright. Then he held it up in the air and rejoiced to see it shine so prettily.
Just then, a fluff of seamews down came flying and fastened on the amber. Another came ... and another ... and more still. As soon as they came near the amber, they hurried and settled on it.
“Look, look!” said the boy and laughed with amusement. “There’s a spirit in the amber! When I rub it on my breeches, the spirit comes out and catches the little fluffs.”
Two-Legs took the amber from the boy and looked at it. He rubbed it and caught the fluffs. He held it close to husks and little bits of paper.
“Look, the spirit catches them too!” said the boy and clapped his hands.
More came and looked on. They told it to others, who left their work and came and stood and stared at Two-Legs and the amber.
“Is it a spirit, Father Two-Legs?” asked one of the elders.
“A mighty spirit,” said Two-Legs. “A new and rare spirit. I do not know him. Go to your work and leave me alone, so that I can explore him.”
“Give the spirit a name, Father Two-Legs,” said the man who had spoken before.
Two-Legs reflected that the people in the part of the world where he was then living called amber electron.
Then he told them that they might call the spirit of the amber Electricity.