Ah, look!  Now smoke curled up in many places on the ridge.  The forest fire was both bird and snake.  It could fly in the air over wide stretches, or steal along the ground.  The whole ridge was ablaze!

There was a hasty flight of birds that circled up through the smoke like big flakes of soot.  They flew across the valley and came to the ridge where the boy sat.  A horned owl perched beside him, and on a branch just above him a hen hawk alighted.  These would have been dangerous neighbours at any other time, but now they did not even glance in his direction—­only stared at the fire.  Probably they could not make out what was wrong with the forest.  A marten ran up the pine to the tip of a branch, and looked at the burning heights.  Close beside the marten sat a squirrel, but they did not appear to notice each other.

Now the fire came rushing down the slope, hissing and roaring like a tornado.  Through the smoke one could see the flames dart from tree to tree.  Before a branch caught fire it was first enveloped in a thin veil of smoke, then all the needles grew red at one time, and it began to crackle and blaze.

In the glen below ran a little brook, bordered by elms and small birches.  It appeared as if the flames would halt there.  Leafy trees are not so ready to take fire as fir trees.  The fire did pause as if before a gate that could stop it.  It glowed and crackled and tried to leap across the brook to the pine woods on the other side, but could not reach them.

For a short time the fire was thus restrained, then it shot a long flame over to the large, dry pine that stood on the slope, and this was soon ablaze.  The fire had crossed the brook!  The heat was so intense that every tree on the mountain was ready to burn.  With the roar and rush of the maddest storm and the wildest torrent the forest fire flew over to the ridge.

Then the hawk and the owl rose and the marten dashed down the tree.  In a few seconds more the fire would reach the top of the pine, and the boy, too, would have to be moving.  It was not easy to slide down the long, straight pine trunk.  He took as firm a hold of it as he could, and slid in long stretches between the knotty branches; finally he tumbled headlong to the ground.  He had no time to find out if he was hurt—­only to hurry away.  The fire raced down the pine like a raging tempest; the ground under his feet was hot and smouldering.  On either side of him ran a lynx and an adder, and right beside the snake fluttered a mother grouse who was hurrying along with her little downy chicks.

When the refugees descended the mountain to the glen they met people fighting the fire.  They had been there for some time, but the boy had been gazing so intently in the direction of the fire that he had not noticed them before.

In this glen there was a brook, bordered by a row of leaf trees, and back of these trees the people worked.  They felled the fir trees nearest the elms, dipped water from the brook and poured it over the ground, washing away heather and myrtle to prevent the fire from stealing up to the birch brush.