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“Then down he would sit in his cave to enjoy himself for a spell, but by and by, sure as shooting, Mr. Sun would come back again.

“So, for a hundred years, Northwind tried to blow out the Sun. But at last he gave it up as a bad job.

“When he was still a middling young fellow, only about a thousand years old or so, he went walking up and down the earth one night, just after dark.

“He came to a great forest. In it he saw something bright, like a little piece of the Sun. Now he was taller than the tallest tree in the forest, so he got down on his knees to peek between the trunks and see better. People were sitting around the bright little piece of the Sun, and warming their hands, and cooking their supper. Of course it was only a merry fire, but Giant Northwind was sure it was a piece of the Sun that had fallen on the Earth. He had been so busy trying to blow him out of the sky that he hadn’t noticed these little fires much before.

“But he had grown very cross as he knelt there, looking through the trees, and he said to himself, said he:

“‘Ho, ho! That’s one of the Sun’s children. I’ll blow that out anyway.’

“And he took a deep breath and puffed his cheeks out.

“Whurrrooooo! he breathed on that little piece of the Sun.

“But the little fire just laughed and leaped higher and higher.

“So he took a real deep breath this time, till he filled all his chest, and it stuck way out like the strong man’s in the circus.

“Whurrrrrrooooooooooooooo!!!! he roared, but the little flames just danced in the air, as bright and as merry as could be.

“The more he blew the bigger grew the fire, and the sooner the people had their suppers.

“Then for years and years the old Giant stamped up and down the Earth, trying to put out those little pieces of the Sun. And he couldn’t do it at all. Like their father, the Sun, the little fires just laughed at him.

“At last Northwind said to himself, said he: “‘I know what I’ll do, I’ll get me some big grey wolves to put out those fires.’

“So a-hunting he went, up into the biggest forests of the world, so dark that people called them ‘the Forests of Night.’ And they were full of fierce grey wolves.

“With his strong hands he caught a hundred wolves and drove them back to his cave.

“Then one dark night when the people were sitting around their fires, so cozy and nice, he untied the wolves and roared out:

“‘Wolves, put out those fires!’

“And the fierce grey wolves ran out of the cavern, and snapped and snarled at the little fires. But they couldn’t put them out. So back they came to the cave, with their tongues hanging out and their tails between their legs.

“‘Good-for-nothings,’ roared Northwind, ‘I’ll get me some tigers.’

“Again he went stalking over the Earth till he reached the great deserts, which the people called ‘the Deserts Without End.’ Here he caught a thousand fierce tigers and drove them back to his cave.

“The next night, while the people were talking and singing around the little fires, he let the tigers loose.

“‘Tigers,’ roared he, ‘put out those fires.’

“They ran out of the cave, making a terrible noise, and they raced up and down the earth, with their sharp teeth gleaming, and their tails lashing. At the fires they snarled, and growled, and roared, and tried to beat out the flames with their paws. But they were only burned for their trouble. And so the tigers too slunk back to the cave, with their heads hanging down and their tails between their legs.

“Once more the Northwind stalked forth and hunted through the highest mountains he could find, so high that people called them ‘the Roof of the World.’ Ten thousand lions he caught, the fiercest in all the Earth. He tied them together by their tails, ten at a time, and drove them back to his cave.