"But the old blind man thought that someone was in the wigwam. So he snatched a long stick and pounded so hard on every side that he beat some of the fire into a log. This is the way that fire came to be in wood."
"What did the rabbit do, Grandmother?"
"He ran to the canoe, changed back to a man, put the fire in a magic bag, and paddled as fast as he could to his own camp.
"There he lighted a pile of wood for his grandmother, and then hurried away to the Thunderers. They have kept the sacred fire for the Indians since that day."
"Who are the Thunderers, Grandmother?" asked White Cloud.
"After we have had our dinner I will tell you the story. Now we will use some of our dry wood and make a fire."
"Can I learn to get the fire out of wood?" asked White Cloud.
"You will need to try again and again, for it is not an easy task. Watch me, my child, and see how it is done."