ed down their
backs, and they didn't like it. The rock that was on the point of land
between the two rivers was not far away from the place where they
landed.

"Let's go to the top," said Limberleg to the Twins. "That will warm you
up."

It was quite a steep climb, and I wish you could see what they saw from
that summit. They could look a long way up each of the two rivers and a
long way down the big one. There were deep, silent woods along the
shores. They looked back on the land between the two streams. They
were all beginning to be hungry again by this time, and they hoped that
they might see their supper wandering about somewhere over the rocks.

"We'll see who has the sharpest eyes," said Limberleg.

"I see something white right now, way down there in the bushes," said
Firefly. "It's bouncing around."

"I see it, too," said Hawk-Eye. "It's the tail of a deer. There's a
herd down there!" Hawk-Eye started down the rocks in a hurry. "I'll
not be gone long," he called back to Limberleg. "Get a fire started
before I come back."

Limberleg and the Twins watched Hawk-Eye until he disappeared in the
underbrush. Then she and the children began to gather wood for the
fire. Firetop found a piece of hard wood that was round. Limberleg
pointed the end of it with her flint knife. Then they hunted for a
piece of soft wood. In the soft wood Limberleg made a little hollow
place that would fit the end of the stick.

"Now, Firefly, you stay with me," said she. "I want you to gather
little tendrils of dry moss and watch beside me while I twirl the stick.
The moment I tell you to, you must drop little pieces of dry moss into
the hollow place in the wood. Firetop, you gather a great heap of
sticks here on top of the rock." Limberleg knelt on the edge of the
rock and began to twirl the stick between her hands. As she twirled she
mumbled a prayer to the fire god.

Firefly held the soft wood firmly in place while Limberleg worked. She
twirled and twirled until a tiny thread of smoke began to curl from the
hollow. "Drop in the moss," cried Limberleg. The smoke grew thicker.
Limberleg worked faster and faster. Soon a tiny flame burst forth.
Firefly fed the flame with the dried moss until it was big enough to
burn little twigs and dead leaves. Soon a brisk fire was burning.
Firetop had brought a great pile of wood to the rock, and had also found
some long willow branches to use in broiling meat.

"The fir