Until the sun was well up he continued to wander about the meadow and the edge of the lake, digging up occasional roots, and eating tender grass.

This did not displease Muskwa, who made his breakfast of the dog-tooth violet bulbs.

The one matter that puzzled him was why Thor did not go into the lake and throw out trout, for he yet had to learn that all water did not contain fish.

At last he went fishing for himself, and succeeded in getting a black hard-shelled water beetle that nipped his nose with a pair of needle-like pincers and brought a yelp from him.
It was perhaps ten o'clock, and the sun-filled basin was like a warm oven to a thick-coated bear, when Thor searched up among the rocks near the waterfall until he found a place that was as cool as an old-fashioned cellar.

It was a miniature cavern.