THE THIRD CHAPTER
FIRE
THEN the Doctor asked Long Arrow if he knew what fire was, explaining it to him by pictures drawn on the buckskin table-cloth. Long Arrow said he had seen such a thing—coming out of the tops of volcanoes; but that neither he nor any of the Popsipetels knew how it was made.
"Poor perishing heathens!" muttered Bumpo. "No wonder the old chief died of cold!"
At that moment we heard a crying sound at the door. And turning round, we saw a weeping Indian mother with a baby in her arms. She said something to the Indians which we could not understand; and Long Arrow told us the baby was sick and she wanted the white doctor to try and cure it.
"Oh Lord!" groaned Polynesia in my ear—"Just like Puddleby: patients arriving in the middle of dinner. Well, one thing: the food's raw, so nothing can get cold anyway."
The Doctor examined the baby and found at once that it was thoroughly chilled.
"Fire—fire! That's what it needs," he said turning to Long Arrow—"That's what you all need.
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