Then he took his flint and steel, and, withdrawing a little, kindled a fire, doing so as quietly as he could, in order that the two awaking might have a pleasant surprise.

When the little flames were licking the wood, and the sparks began to fly upwards, he shook Robert by the shoulder.
"Arise, sluggard," he said.

"Did not our teacher in Albany tell us it was proof of a lazy nature to sleep while the sun was rising?
The fire even has grown impatient and has lighted itself while you abode with Tarenyawagon (the sender of dreams).

Get up and cook our breakfast, Oh, Heavy Head!" Robert sat up and so did Willet.

Then Robert drew his blankets about his body and lay down again.
"You've done so well with the fire, Tayoga, and you've shown such a spirit," he said, "that it would be a pity to interfere with your activity.