Her little breast was scorched red, but she did not stop until a fine red flame blazed up from the ashes.
Then she flew away to every hut in the Northland.
Wherever she touched the ground a fire began to burn.
Soon instead of one little fire the whole north country was lighted up.
The white bear went further back into his cave in the iceberg and growled terribly.
He knew that there was now no hope that he would ever have the Northland all to himself.
This is the reason that the people in the north country love the robin, and are never tired of telling their children how its breast became red.
