60 Story of How the Robin got its Red Breast. 



One night the poor little boy could keep awake 

 no longer and fell fast asleep. 



Then the white bear ran as fast as he could and 

 jumped upon the fire with his wet feet and rolled 

 upon it. 



At last he thought it was all out, and went hap- 

 pily away to his cave. 



But a gray robin had been flying near and had 

 seen what the white bear was doing. 



She waited until the bear had gone away. 



Then she flew down and searched with her sharp 

 little eyes until she found a tiny live spark. 



For a long time she patiently fanned this spark 

 with her wings. 



Her little breast was scorched red, but she did 

 not give up. 



After a while a fine red blaze sprang up. Then 

 she flew away to every hut in the north land. 



Everywhere that she touched the ground, a fire 

 began to burn. 



So that soon instead of one little fire, the whole 

 north land was lighted up. 



Now, all that the white bear could do was to go 

 further back into his cave and growl. 



For now, indeed, he knew that the north land 

 was not all for him. 



