steady."

Larch Tree whispered, "I give my fibrous roots to bind the parts
together."

Fir Tree said, "My rosin closes the seams of the canoes, to make them
safe."

Then the Indian looked at a cluster of alder trees growing near a stream
of water.

"Of what use are you, O Alder Trees?"

The Alder Trees replied, "The Indian Chief comes here to fish in the
cool stream. He finds shelter, beneath our branches, from the hot rays
of Sun!"

All this time, Gray Mole had been busily gathering fibrous roots from
the larch tree. He had made a rope to snare Sun.

Then Gray Mole called to the Indian to look toward the Place of Breaking
Light. There, in a little bay on Gray Mole's island, stood a birch
canoe. Soon the canoe floated to where the Indian stood.

"Follow me," said Gray Mole. "Step into the magic canoe. We will go to
the island and there set a snare for Sun."

The magic canoe carried them safely over the water, and they soon
reached the island. Then the Indian set the snare for Sun.