  While their mother went to the river to get baby sister a drink of water, the brother and sister played among the trees. As they ran to and fro they stopped to listen to the call of the birds and to watch the squirrels as they frisked about. “What is that, Rago?” said Goni, pointing to something very near. “They are wild hogs,” said Rago. “They are afraid to leave her.” “Their mother is digging into the earth among the roots of the “I wonder what those black things are that they are digging for,” said Goni. “Shall we see?” asked Rago, as he picked up his club and threw it toward the wild hogs. This frightened them and they dashed away, the young pigs following their mother to the underbrush not far away. When they had gone, Rago and Goni ran to the place where the mother hog had been digging. “See!” said Rago, “they were digging for truffles. Here is one, Goni, eat it.” It was white inside. “I like it,” said Goni, as she ate the truffle. “I have never eaten a truffle before.” “Look, Goni!” cried Rago, “I think there must be a bee’s nest in that hollow stump.” “I should like some honey,” said Rago. “But the bees might sting you,” said Goni. “I won’t mind a bee’s sting,” answered Rago. So Rago went toward the hollow stump. He looked in. It was filled with sweet wild honey. The bees didn’t like their nest being robbed. They buzzed about Rago and “Goni, come and eat some honey,” called Rago. “No, no, Rago, I am afraid of the bees.” “Then stay where you are and I will bring you some,” called Rago. So Rago filled his hand again with honey and ran with it to Goni. “Thank you, Rago,” said Goni, “I wish I were as brave as you are.” “Some day you will be,” said Rago. “You are not as old as I am, Goni.” Rago picked up his club, because he felt safer when he carried it. The brother and sister started back. As they ran along they shouted, “Mother, we are coming.” Suddenly they stopped. “Hush!” said Rago, as a little rabbit scampered across their path. “I shall catch that rabbit for dinner.” “Let us be very quiet, Goni, and it will come back.” “Come, crouch down so that the rabbit will think we are logs.” “Now watch,” whispered Rago. Rago crept up quietly behind it. Then he raised his club and with one sharp blow the little rabbit was dead. |
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