Long ago, when the world was young, there lived a brave hunter named Eye of the Eagle. He was strong and clever, and his eyes were so sharp he could spot a bird in flight miles away. He lived with his tribe near the edge of the Great North Forest. One summer was hotter and drier than anyone could remember. The rivers shrank, the grass turned brown, and the prairie animals moved away in search of water. Even the rabbits and deer vanished into the distant woods. ...
Long ago, before people knew much about cooking or heating, rivers and lakes gave them all the water they needed. But sometimes, the water carried sickness. People would drink from a stream and soon feel weak, their stomachs twisting. They could not understand why the very gift of life sometimes hurt them. One summer, the village suffered greatly. The sun baked the earth until cracks split the fields. The only stream that remained was muddy and filled with buzzing flies. The children grew ill, and the people prayed to the spirits for help. ...