But at last he got so tired and sleepy that he could no longer work.
Now the white bear was always watching the fire.
He longed for the time when he would have the northland all to himself.
And when he saw how tired and sleepy the little boy was, he stayed close to the fire and laughed to himself.
One night the poor little boy could endure no longer and fell fast asleep.
Then the white bear ran as fast as he could and jumped upon the fire with his wet feet and rolled upon it.
At last he thought it was all out and went happily away to his cave.
But a gray robin was flying near and saw what the white bear was doing.
She waited until the bear went away.