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be sure that there was no chance of anyone pursuing him, trotted happily home to his grandmother.
‘Didn’t I tell you I would bring you fire?’ said he, holding up his net, which was now burning briskly.
‘But how did you cross the water?’ inquired the old woman,
‘Oh, I just jumped!’ said he. And his grandmother asked him no more questions, for she saw that he was wiser than she.
[‘Indian Folk Tales.’ Bureau of Ethnology.]
