"With the Kingfisher, who lives on the eastern shore, and with the
Lion on the north," said the Mother Hawk, "and with the Turtle who
lives on the southern shore of this lake."

The Father Hawk did so.

One day men hunted in the great forest from morning until night, but
found nothing. Not wishing to go home empty-handed, they went to the
island to see what they could find there.

"Let us stay here to-night," they said, "and see what we can find in
the morning."

So they made beds of leaves for themselves and lay down to sleep. They
had made their beds under the tree in which the Hawks had their nest.

But the hunters could not go to sleep because they were bothered by
the flies and mosquitoes. At last the hunters got up and made a fire
on the shore of the lake, so that the smoke would drive away the flies
and mosquitoes. The smoke awoke the birds, and the young ones cried
out.

"Did you hear that?" said one of the hunters. "That was the cry of
birds! They will do very well for our breakfast. There are young ones
in that nest." And the hunters put more wood on the fire, and made it
blaze up.

Then the Mother bird said to the Father: "These men are planning to
eat our young ones. We must ask our friends to save us. Go to the
Kingfisher and tell him what danger we are in."