“I am going to jump into the hole,” said Docas. “I can soon catch them down there. They cannot jump out so easily as they jumped in.”
So Docas caught all the grasshoppers that were in the hole. He longed to eat them, but he waited until they were cooked. Ama baked the grasshoppers in the fire until they were quite dry; then she ground them in the stone bowl just as she did the acorns.
After that the Indians ate them.
THE GRASS-SEED BASKET
ONE morning in spring, Ama said to Docas, “Stir up the fire. I must get breakfast.”
“I shall have to get some sticks,” answered Docas, running off to the woods.
Baby Umwa was playing near. “Baby will make a big fire for mother,” she thought.
She began picking up dry leaves and throwing them on the fire. “Here are some good sticks,” she said to herself.
Docas had dropped his bow and arrows on the ground. She picked them up and threw them on the blazing leaves; then she picked up a basket and threw it on also.
“Hurry, Docas! See baby’s big fire!”