“But the Sky Land is far away,” said Omeme.
“Yes,” replied the squirrel, “but Ojeeg is mighty. Could he not go to the Sky Land and bring away some of its warmth?”
“My father is mighty,” answered Omeme. “I will ask him.”
He ran home, for he had grown cold while listening to the squirrel’s secret.
Ojeeg was in the lodge.
“Oh, my father,” exclaimed Omeme, “all we little creatures are so cold! The squirrel tells me there is warmth in the Sky Land. Could you [!-- original location of illustration --] not go there and bring some of its warmth to the earth?”
“OMEME SAID, ‘I WILL NOT SHOOT YOU. TELL ME YOUR SECRET’”
Ojeeg was silent for a long, long time. He loved Omeme dearly. He was sorry that Omeme was cold. But the journey to the Sky Land was long. It was full of dangers.