After a while Thorn jumped up and said, "I want some honey."

He took a burning stick from the fire and ran out. He walked through
the forest and looked and listened. At last he saw bees go into a hole
in a hollow tree.

"Here is my bee tree!" he cried, waving his torch.

Bees were in a crowd about the hole, crawling over each other, and
going in and coming out. Thorn could hear them humming from where he
stood. He swung his torch from his arm; then, hand over hand, up the
tree he went.

When he came to the bees' nest, he threw his leg over a branch. He
swung the smoking stick back and forth. The bees flew off humming
angrily. Thorn quickly broke off the yellow honeycombs and put them
into his bag. Then down the tree he slid, followed by the angry bees.

[Illustration: The bees flew off humming angrily]

"Oh, oh, oh!" he cried, as he ran like a deer. When he went into the
cave with the wild honey, the baby held out her little hands. He gave
her some and said, "You are sweet. You are honey."

So the baby came to be called Honey.

At sundown, the boys went out into the woods to set the traps. A
beautiful mother deer and her fawn were drinking at a brook. Crickets
sang under old bark, and frogs on the edge of the pond. And birds were