CHAPTER TWO.
That night Neewa had a hard attack of Mistu-puyew, or stomach-ache.
Imagine a nursing baby going direct from its mother's breast to a beefsteak! That was what Neewa had done.

Ordinarily he would not have begun nibbling at solid foods for at least another month, but nature seemed deliberately at work in a process of intensive education preparing him for the mighty and unequal struggle which he would have to put up a little later.

For hours Neewa moaned and wailed, and Noozak muzzled his bulging little belly with her nose, until finally he vomited and was better.
After that he slept.

When he awoke he was startled by opening his eyes full into the glare of a great blaze of fire.

Yesterday he had seen the sun, golden and shimmering and far away.