“Then were we indeed all crazy,” Long-Beard agreed.  “It was strange, all of it.  There was Split-Nose.  He said everything was wrong.  He said it was true that we grew strong by adding our strength together.  And he said that, when we first formed the tribe, it was right that the men whose strength hurt the tribe should be shorn of their strength—­men who bashed their brothers’ heads and stole their brothers’ wives.  And now, he said, the tribe was not getting stronger, but was getting weaker, because there were men with another kind of strength that were hurting the tribe--men who had the strength of the land, like Three-Legs; who had the strength of the fish-trap, like Little-Belly; who had the strength of all the goat-meat, like Pig-Jaw.  The thing to do, Split-Nose said, was to shear these men of their evil strength; to make them go to work, all of them, and to let no man eat who did not work.

“And the Bug sang another song about men like Split-Nose, who wanted to go back, and live in trees.

“Yet Split-Nose said no; that he did not want to go back, but ahead; that they grew strong only as they added their strength together; and that, if the Fish-Eaters would add their strength to the Meat-Eaters, there would be no more fighting and no more watchers and no more guards, and that, with all men working, there would be so much food that each man would have to work not more than two hours a day.

“Then the Bug sang again, and he sang that Split-Nose was lazy, and he sang also the ‘Song of the Bees.’  It was a strange song, and those who listened were made mad, as from the drinking of strong fire-brew.  The song was of a swarm of bees, and of a robber wasp who had come in to live with the bees and who was stealing all their honey.  The wasp was lazy and told them there was no need to work; also, he told them to make friends with the bears, who were not honey-stealers but only very good friends.  And the Bug sang in crooked words, so that those who listened knew that the swarm was the Sea Valley tribe, that the bears were the Meat-Eaters, and that the lazy wasp was Split-Nose.  And when the Bug sang that the bees listened to the wasp till the swarm was near to perishing, the people growled and snarled, and when the Bug sang that at last the good bees arose and stung the wasp to death, the people picked up stones from the ground and stoned Split-Nose to death till there was naught to be seen of him but the heap of stones they had flung on top of him.  And there were many poor people who worked long and hard and had not enough to eat that helped throw the stones on Split-Nose.