Then Sun burst forth in all his might. In his anger he blazed a path across the sky.
The poor little mole was scorched in the fierce heat, and his eyes were blinded. Never again could he see well.
The Indian was sorry, but he said, "Gray Mole, you are a true friend. You shall always live with me, and all the moles shall be my forest brothers."
Then, placing Gray Mole in his wampum belt once more, he stepped into the canoe, and together they sailed to the Indian's home.
[THE WATER LILIES]
Beautiful white flowers with hearts of gold floated on the surface of the lily pond.
An Indian girl was paddling a canoe gently about among the lily pads. She reached out to pick one of the flowers. Suddenly there appeared before her a little man.
The little man sat upon a lily pad. He smiled at the girl and said, "Listen, and I will tell you the story of the water lilies."
This is the story the little man told:
Once there was a star in the heavens, it shone more brightly than any of the other stars. An Indian youth watched it for many nights. Each night it seemed to move nearer to the earth.