eady for cold weather. She
had even made beautiful necklaces of shells for Firefly and herself.

One summer evening, as they sat looking at the moon, Limberleg said:
"You see I was right about the water gods. There haven't been any more
earthquakes, and we have everything we want to eat, and plenty of warm
skins and a fine cave to live in. There is just one thing more I want.
I don't care much for society, but I should like more people to talk
to."

"I wish Grannie and the rest were here," said Firetop. "I should like
to show Squaretoes our rabbits."

"And I should like to show Robin my necklace," said Firefly.

"It's no use wishing," said Firetop. "There's all that water."

Hawk-Eye, as usual, said nothing, but all the time he was thinking hard
about the floating log that the Twins had crossed the river on, and the
raft they had made of the two floating trees.

It was not long after this that Limberleg began to notice that though he
was gone all day every day, Hawk-Eye often came home without game. One
day she heard the sound of his stone axe, as if he were cutting down a
tree, but she thought nothing more about it.

After that she heard the sound of the axe every day for many days. It
seemed to come from the bay behind the point of land. At last she said
to him: "What in the world are you doing with your axe? I hear such a
pounding everyday." Hawk-Eye did not tell her what he was making. He
only said, "Maybe some day, when I get it done, you will see."

The Twins heard the axe too, and they made up their minds they were
going to find out what was going on. The next day, as they were playing
in their cave back of their bluff at low tide, Firefly saw a little
column of smoke rising out of the woods near the place where a small
stream flowed into the bay. She also heard the axe. The sound seemed
to come from somewhere near the smoke. She pointed the smoke out to
Firetop, and the two children ran swiftly around the beach and up the
little stream for a short distance.

There they found Hawk-Eye. He was working away at the log of a
good-sized tree which he had cut down. He had made the log almost flat
on one side by chipping off pieces with his axe, and he had shaped the
ends a little. Now he was hollowing out the inside. He was doing this
partly with his axe and partly by burning it.

Hawk-Eye was working so busily he did not know that any one was near him
until Firetop called out, "What are y