. Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans. ays ofdoing things. They had nothing like our matchesfor making fire. One tribe of Indians had thisway of lighting a fire. An Indian would lay downa dry stick. He would rub this stick with the endof another stick. After a while this rubbine wouldmake something like saw-dust on the stick that waslying down. The Indian would keep on rubbingtill the wood grew hot. Then the fine wood dustwould smoke. Then it would burn. The Indianwould put a little kin-dling wood on it. Soon hewould have a large fire. In that time the white people had not yet foun
. Stories of Great Americans for Little Americans. ays ofdoing things. They had nothing like our matchesfor making fire. One tribe of Indians had thisway of lighting a fire. An Indian would lay downa dry stick. He would rub this stick with the endof another stick. After a while this rubbine wouldmake something like saw-dust on the stick that waslying down. The Indian would keep on rubbingtill the wood grew hot. Then the fine wood dustwould smoke. Then it would burn. The Indianwould put a little kin-dling wood on it. Soon hewould have a large fire. In that time the white people had not yet foundout how to make matches. They lighted a fire bystriking a piece of flint against a piece of would make a spark of fire. By letting thisspark fall on something that would burn easily,they started a fire. White men had another way of lighting a firewhen the sun was shinino. Thev used what wascalled a burning glass. This was a round piece ofglass. It was thick in the middle, and thin at theedge. When you held up a burning glass in the 94. sun, it drew the suns heat so as to make a httle hotspot. If you put paper under this spot of hot sun-shine, it would burn. Men could light the to-bac-coin their pipes with one of these glasses. Captain Clarke had something funny happen to him on account of his burn-ing glass. He had walkedahead of the rest of hismen. He sat down on arock. There were some In-dians on the other side of theriver. They didnot see the Clarkesaw a large birdcalled a crane fly-ing over his raised his gunand shot Indians on theother side of the riverhad never seen a white man in their lives. Theyhad never heard a gun. They used bow^s andarrows. They heard the sound of Clarkes gun. Theylooked up and saw the large bird falling from thesky. It fell close to where Captain Clarke sat. Just
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