ANIMAL STORIES 187 blaze. This was his last fire, and it was not yet the first night. Now, when after nightfall the Badger came to his first camping place, it grew cold in earn¬ est. Thinking that what was good once ought to be good again, he gathered more sticks and arranged them just as he had done the others. He began to jump over them; but there was no fire. He kept on jumping, and when he had jumped twenty or tbirty times, there arose a little smoke. He jumped and jumped; but try as hard as he might, he could make no blaze appear. Still the Badger kept on jumping, and he vowed that he would jump until he had made a blaze or he would burst! So he kept on fast and furious, but not even one spark could he raise. At last the Badger was so tired that he fell down in the snow, and he was soon frozen to death. But the Badger must have come to life again, somehow, for we still have the spirit of Evil with us. And kespeadooJcsit—the story ends.