"I wish you good fortune," said the chief, "for this candle you have made is a great thing—a great invention."
"Farewell," I said.
Then I turned and climbed the eastern hill, where I had seen the elk. Just as I came to the crest of the hill a stone gave way beneath my feet, and I went tumbling—tumbling—tumbling down into the store-room of the museum, where I woke up.
"I forgot all about you!" said the voice of the museum attendant. "You must have been asleep."
"I think so. I had a strange dream," I said. Then I looked at the lamp. It was broken. "I have broken the lamp," I added.
"No matter," he replied. "It is only one of a common kind. If it was Aladdin's lamp, now," he smilingly suggested, "it would be a matter of some importance."
"True enough," I answered.
