[THE BONFIRE IN THE SEA ]
Long, long ago, in Australia, it is said, fishes could travel as easily on land as they could swim in water.
It happened, so the story goes, that the whole fish tribe had been playing tag along a sandy beach near the sea. At last they became tired of the game, Fin-fin, the leader of the fishes, said, "Let us coast down the great, black rock."
Now beyond the level shore where the fishes had been playing tag, there were cliffs and rocks. Some of the rocks rose straight out of the water, others sloped toward the sandy beach.
High above the rest towered the great, black rock. The fishes climbed to the top Then, one after another, they followed the leader, each gliding head foremost down the rock. It was fine sport!
Then the fishes formed a circle and danced, while Fin-fin slid down the rock alone.
Again and again he climbed to the top and slid down, as swiftly as an arrow glides from the bow. Finally he turned a somersault at the foot of the rock, and then called to the fishes to stop dancing.
"It is time to cook dinner," said Fin-fin.
"There is a good place for a camp under the trees on the tall cliff yonder."
The fishes climbed to the top of the cliff overhanging the sea. They gathered wood and heaped it high at the edge of the cliff.