earlier; but there were the mighty foot-tracks and the long, long stride.

"Now I will set me a trap for this impudent fellow," said Tavwots, for he
was very cunning. So he made a snare of his bowstring and set it in the
trail overnight.

And when in the morning he went to look, behold, he had caught the sun in
his snare! All that part of the earth was beginning to smoke with the heat
of it.

"Is it you who made the tracks in my trail?" cried Tavwots.

"It is I," said the sun; "come and set me free, before the whole earth is
afire."

Then Tavwots saw what he had to do, and he drew his sharp hunting-knife
and ran to cut the bowstring. But the heat was so great that he ran back
before he had done it; and when he ran back he was melted down to half his
size! Then the earth began to burn, and the smoke curled up against the
sky.

"Come again, Tavwots," cried the sun.

And Tavwots ran again to cut the bowstring. But the heat was so great that
he ran back before he had done it, and he was melted down to a quarter of
his size!

"Come again, Tavwots, and quickly," cried the sun, "or all the world will
be burnt up."