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Updated: May 8, 2025
He is skilled in magic more than most fishes. So Thuggai asked him, and Guddhu stripped some pieces of bark off a tree, and placed them on top of the smouldering ashes. Then he knelt by the side of the fire and blew at it for a long while, till slowly the feeble red glow became a little stronger and the edges of the bark showed signs of curling up.
'Let me try, cried Biernuga, the bony fish, but he had no better luck, and no more had Kumbal, the bream, nor any of the rest. 'It is no use, exclaimed Thuggai, at last. 'The wood is too wet.
We must just sit and wait till the sun comes out again and dries it. Then a very little fish indeed, not more than four inches long and the youngest of the tribe, bowed himself before Thuggai, saying, 'Ask my father, Guddhu the cod, to light the fire.
We must just sit and wait till the sun comes out again and dries it. Then a very little fish indeed, not more than four inches long and the youngest of the tribe, bowed himself before Thuggai, saying, 'Ask my father, Guddhu the cod, to light the fire.
To make matters worse, an icy wind began to blow, and the poor fishes were chilled right through their bodies. 'This will never do, said Thuggai, the oldest of the fish tribe. 'We shall die of cold unless we can light the fire again, and he bade his sons rub two sticks together in the hope of kindling a flame, but though they rubbed till they were tired, not a spark could they produce.
To make matters worse, an icy wind began to blow, and the poor fishes were chilled right through their bodies. 'This will never do, said Thuggai, the oldest of all the fish tribe. 'We shall die of cold unless we can light the fire again, and he bade his sons rub two sticks together in the hope of kindling a flame, but though they rubbed till they were tired, not a spark could they produce.
He is skilled in magic more than most fishes. So Thuggai asked him, and Guddhu stripped some pieces of bark off a tree, and placed them on top of the smouldering ashes. Then he knelt by the side of the fire and blew at it for a long while, till slowly the feeble red glow became a little stronger and the edges of the bark showed signs of curling up.
'Let me try, cried Biernuga, the bony fish, but he had no better luck, and no more had Kumbal, the bream, nor any of the rest. 'It is no use, exclaimed Thuggai, at last. 'The wood is too wet.
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