said, "You are little men. You will soon hunt for yourselves."

It began to rain, and they all sat under a tree until the rain had
passed.

[Illustration: Little wild pigs were eating the acorns]




CHAPTER VI

THE COMING OF FIRE

When Strongarm came back from the hunt, he found the cave cold and dark
and wet. A stream of water was running down through the smoke-hole.
It had put out the fire. The ashes, too, were wet; and there were no
coals from which to start the fire again.

He looked at the black fire-place.

"Now I must walk all the way to old Hickory's for fire," he grumbled;
"and it is growing dark."

Tired and hungry, he left the cave.

He had not gone far when a dead branch fell across his path. He jumped
back.

"The people who live in the trees did that--some of those shadow