Presently Sun came out of his cave and was at once caught in the snare.

For seven days the world was dark. The people suffered from hunger and
cold. Then the Indian cried, "Alas, what have I done! Who will unfasten
the rope and set Sun free?"

"I can set Sun free again," said Gray Mole.

The little mole crept to the snare. Nibble, nibble, he went, until the
rope gave way.

Then Sun burst forth in all his might. In his anger he blazed a path
across the sky.

The poor little mole was scorched in the fierce heat, and his eyes were
blinded. Never again could he see well.

The Indian was sorry, but he said, "Gray Mole, you are a true friend.
You shall always live with me, and all the moles shall be my forest
brothers."

Then, placing Gray Mole in his wampum belt once more, he stepped into
the canoe, and together they sailed to the Indian's home.




THE WATER LILIES