Oh, it was so cold! The wind blew
the leaves about on the ground. The frost spirit hid on the north
side of every tree, and stung every animal of the forest that came
near. Then the snow fell till the ground was white. Through the
snowflakes one could see the sun, but the sun looked cold, for it
was not a clear, bright yellow. It was almost as white as the moon.
The Indians drew their cloaks more and more closely around them, for
they had no fire.
"How shall we get fire?" they asked, but no one answered.
All the fire on earth was in the wigwam of two old women who did not
like the Indians.
"They shall not have it," said the old women, and they watched night
and day so that no one could get a firebrand.
At last a young Indian said to the others, "No man can get fire. Let
us ask the animals to help us."
"What beast or what bird can get fire when the two old women are
watching it?" the others cried.
"The bear might get it."
"No, he cannot run swiftly."
"The deer can run."
"His antlers would not go through the door of the wigwam."
"The raven can go through the door."
"It was smoke that made the raven's feathers black, and now he
always keeps away from the fire."
"The serpent has not been in the smoke."
"No, but he is not our friend, and he will not do anything for us."
"Then I will ask the wolf," said the young man. "He can run, he has
no antlers, and he has not been in the smoke."
So the young man went to the wolf and called, "Friend wolf, if you
will get us a firebrand, I will give you some food every day."
"I will get it," said the wolf. "Go to the home of the old women and
hide behind a tree; and when you hear me cough three times, give a
loud war-cry."
Close by the village of the Indians was a pond. In the pond was a
frog, and near the pond lived a squirrel, a bat, a bear, and a deer.
The wolf cried, "Frog, hide in the rushes across the pond. Squirrel,
go to the bushes beside the path that runs from the pond to the
wigwam of the two old women. Bat, go into the shadow and sleep if
you like, but do not close both eyes. Bear, do not stir from behind
this great rock till you are told. Deer, keep still as a mountain
till something happens."
The wolf then went to the wigwam of the two old women. He coughed at
the door, and at last they said, "Wolf, you may come in to the
fire."
The wolf went into the wigwam. He coughed three times, and the
Indian gave a war-cry. The two old women ran out quickly into the
forest to see what had happened, and the wolf ran away with a
firebrand from the fire.