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ago, when the earth was very young, two hunters were traveling
through the forest. They had been on the track of a deer for
many days, and they were now far away from the village where
they lived. The sun went down and night came on. It was dark and
gloomy, but over in the western sky there came a bright light.
"It is the moon," said one.  "No," said the other. "We have
watched many and many a night to see the great, round moon rise
above the trees. That is not the moon. Is it the northern
lights?"  "No, the northern lights are not like this, and it is
not a comet. What can it be?"  It is no wonder that the hunters
were afraid, for the flames flared red over the sky like a
wigwam on fire. Thick, blue smoke floated above the flames and
hid the shining stars.  "Do the flames and smoke come from the
wigwam of the Great Spirit?" asked one.  "I fear that he is
angry with his children, and that the flames are his fiery war-
clubs," whispered the other.