"Tell me your plan," said the sister, wondering how any mortal could punish the mighty Sun. "I'll set a snare for him and catch him!" cried her brother excitedly. "I want the strongest cord you can find." "I've plenty of dried moose-hide; will that be strong enough?" she asked. "No, no! That would never hold the Sun," said the boy. His sister thought a while and then said, "I have dried sinew of deer." But still her brother shook his head. "The Sun is a mighty quarry. I must have something stronger than the sinew of the deer." "Then I must search in the deep woods," said his sister. She left the wigwam and for nine days she searched through the forest. At last she returned with a twisted cord which she had made from the strongest wood fiber. As soon as her brother saw it he knew what to do. He drew the twisted fiber through his lips and immediately it became so fine and strong that he believed nothing could break it. Round and round his body the lad wound this cord; at one end of it he fashioned a noose. Confident that he was now prepared to snare the Sun, the lad left the wigwam long before daybreak. He walked to the spot where the Sun first peeps over the rim of the earth, and there he securely fixed the noose. Then as he walked back to the lodge he unwound from his body the cord, and held fast to the end of it. The Sun was caught in this snare! His shining head was held tight in the noose and he could not travel across his Sky-Path. A strange dull light filled the air. In his wigwam the Indian lad was delighted. He danced about joyously and said, "The mighty Sun will learn that he cannot play a trick on me and escape without punishment." But while the Indian lad laughed and sang because he had caught the Sun in his noose the Animals were in deep trouble for there was no daylight in the world. They walked cautiously about, filled with fear and wonder. "What has happened to the Sun? Has he strayed from his Sky-Path?" they whispered to each other. After a while they discovered that the Sun was caught in a great noose and they called a Council in order to decide what to do. "Of course we must free the Sun," said all the Animals, but when one of them asked how this could be done there was silence in the Council for a long time, because all the Animals knew about the Sun's great heat and feared to go near enough to break the cord. At last the mole said, "I'll free the Sun. I'm not afraid. My teeth are very sharp and I'm sure they can gnaw through the cord of the noose."