et me
try,” cried Boss, the cow fish, but she had no better luck, neither did Sun-Lee,
the Mandarin fish, nor any of the rest. 
his will
never do,” said Beardie, the oldest of all
the fish tribe. 'We shall die of cold unless we can light the fire again,” and he bade his sons rub two
sticks together in the hope of kindling
a flame, but though they rubbed till
they were tired, not a spark could they
produce. 
ig black
cloud which they had not noticed spread
over the sun, and heavy drops of rain
began to fall, so that the fire was almost
put out, and that, you know, is a very serious thing in the wilderness where they have no matches,
for it is very hard to light it again.
To make matters worse, an icy wind began
to blow, and the poor fishes were
chilled right to their bones.
o they
made their fire to cook some food, right on the edge of a steep bank, which had a deep pool of water lying
beneath it at the bottom. While the food
was cooking they all stretched
themselves lazily out under the tree, and were
just dropping off to sleep when a
