HOW THE ROBIN’S BREAST BECAME RED.

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I ONG ago in the far North, where it is very
BK cold, there was only one fire.
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A hunter and his little son took care of
this fire and kept it burning day and night. They
knew that if the fire went out the people would-
freeze and the white bear would have the North-
land all to himself. One day the hunter became ill
and his son had the work to do.

For many days and nights he bravely took care
of his father and kept the fire burning.

The white bear was always hiding near, watch-
ing the fire. He longed to put it out, but he did ;
not dare, for he feared the hunter’s arrows.

When he saw how tired and sleepy the little boy
was, he came closer to the fire and laughed to
himself.

“One night the poor boy could endure the fatigue
no longer and fell fast asleep.

The white bear ran as fast as he could and
jumped upon the fire with his wet feet, and rolled
upon it. Atlast, he thought it was all out and went
happily away to his cave. ;

A gray robin was flying near and saw what the
white bear was doing.