horizon! The people knew then that the light upon the mountain was not the light of the sun.
"There is fire in the mountain," they cried, "and fire is warm. It is beckoning to us with its hands. Let us move nearer to the fire mountain. It will not be so cold there."
So the people of the village marched westward toward the mountain. The bright light had gone, but a cloud of smoke hung above it.
For several days they journeyed, and at last they reached the foot of the mountain, and there they camped.
Then two of their bravest warriors climbed up the mountain, until they came to its very top, and there they looked down into a great opening, shaped like a mammoth bowl, and it was full of fire! Then they hastened down and told the people.
The people rejoiced, and said, "The fire in the mountain will keep us warm. It will be good to live here." And they made them a new village at the foot of the mountain.
For many moons the people dwelt there, hunting and fishing, making their beads and moccasins. Then one day a strange noise was heard. It was as though the mountain coughed—a
