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e shall soon be warm now,” said the fishes one  to another. 'Truly Red is great”; and they crowded  round again, closer and closer. Suddenly, with a shriek,  a blast of wind swept down from the hills and blew the  fire out towards them where they stood.

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ore wood”, cried Red, and they all ran and  gathered wood and heaped it on the flames, which leaped and roared and sputtered.  

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hen the rest of the tribe saw this they  pressed close, keeping their backs towards the piercing, wind, but the Firefish told them they must go to the other  side, as he wanted the wind to fan his fire. By and bye  the spark grew into a flame, and a merry crackling was  heard.  

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sk my father, the Red Firefish, to light the fire. He  is skilled in magic more than most fishes.” So they  asked him, and he stripped some pieces of bark  off a tree, and placed them on top of the smoldering  ashes. Then he knelt by the side of the fire and blew at it for a long while, till slowly the glow became  a little stronger and the edges of the bark showed signs  of curling up.

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"It is no use,” exclaimed the Triggerfish at last. 'The  wood is too wet. We must just sit and wait till the sun  comes out again and dries it.”  Then a very little fish  indeed, not more than four inches long and the youngest  of the tribe, bowed himself before them, saying,