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traces of the magic compound. When night came it slept in a rose bush. THE STORY OF THE FIRST HUMMINGBIRD. PART I. THE GREAT FIREMOUNTAIN. Long, long ago, when the earth was very young, two hunters were traveling through the forest. They had been on the track of a deer for many days, and they were now far away from the village where they lived. The sun went down and night came on. It was dark and gloomy, but over in the western sky there came a bright light. It is the moon, said one. No, said the other. We have watched many and many a night to see the great, round moon rise above the trees. That is not the moon. Is it the northern lightsNo, the northern lights are not like this, and it is not a comet. What can it betraces of the magic compound. When night came it slept in a rose bush. THE STORY OF THE FIRST HUMMINGBIRD. PART I. THE GREAT FIREMOUNTAIN. Long, long ago, when the earth was very young, two hunters were traveling through the forest. They had been on the track of a deer for many days, and they were now far away from the village where they lived. The sun went down and night came on. It was dark and gloomy, but over in the western sky there came a bright light. It is the moon, said one. No, said the other. We have watched many and many a night to see the great, round moon rise above the trees. That is not the moon. Is it the northern lightsNo, the northern lights are not like this, and it is not a comet. What can it be[Pg 2] It is no wonder that the hunters were afraid, for the flames flared red over the sky like a wigwam on fire. Thick, blue smoke floated above the flames and hid the shining stars. Do the flames and smoke come from the wigwam of the Great Spirit asked one. I fear that he is angry with his ren, and that the flames are his fiery warclubs, whispered the other. No sleep came to their eyes. All night long they watched and wondered, and waited in terror for the morning. When morning came, the two hunters were still watching the sky. Little by little they saw that there was a high mountain in the west where the light had been, and above the mountain floated a dark blue smoke. Come, said one, we will go and see what it is.They walked and walked till they came close to the mountain, and then they saw fire shining through the seams of the rocks.traces of the magic compound. When night came it slept in a rose bush. THE STORY OF THE FIRST HUMMINGBIRD. PART I. THE GREAT FIREMOUNTAIN. Long, long ago, when the earth was very young, two hunters were traveling through the forest. They had been on the track of a deer for many days, and they were now far away from the village where they lived. The sun went down and night came on. It was dark and gloomy, but over in the western sky there came a bright light. It is the moon, said one. No, said the other. We have watched many and many a night to see the great, round moon rise above the trees. That is not the moon. Is it the northern lightsNo, the northern lights are not like this, and it is not a comet. What can it be[Pg 2] It is no wonder that the hunters were afraid, for the flames flared red over the sky like a wigwam on fire. Thick, blue smoke floated above the flames and hid the shining stars. Do the flames and smoke come from the wigwam of the Great Spirit asked one. I fear that he is angry with his ren, and that the flames are his fiery warclubs, whispered the other. No sleep came to their eyes. All night long they watched and wondered, and waited in terror for the morning. When morning came, the two hunters were still watching the sky. Little by little they saw that there was a high mountain in the west where the light had been, and above the mountain floated a dark blue smoke. Come, said one, we will go and see what it is.They walked and walked till they came close to the mountain, and then they saw fire shining through the seams of the rocks.[Pg 3] It is a mountain of fire, one It is a mountain of fire, one It is no wonder that the hunters were afraid, for the flames flared red over the sky like a wigwam on fire. Thick, blue smoke floated above the flames and hid the shining stars. Do the flames and smoke come from the wigwam of the Great Spirit asked one. I fear that he is angry with his ren, and that the flames are his fiery warclubs, whispered the other. No sleep came to their eyes. All night long they watched and wondered, and waited in terror for the morning. When morning came, the two hunters were still watching the sky. Little by little they saw that there was a high mountain in the west where the light had been, and above the mountain floated a dark blue smoke. Come, said one, we will go and see what it is.They walked and walked till they came close to the mountain, and then they saw fire shining through the seams of the rocks.traces of the magic compound. When night came it slept in a rose bush. THE STORY OF THE FIRST HUMMINGBIRD. PART I. THE GREAT FIREMOUNTAIN. Long, long ago, when the earth was very young, two hunters were traveling through the forest. They had been on the track of a deer for many days, and they were now far away from the village where they lived. The sun went down and night came on. It was dark and gloomy, but over in the western sky there came a bright light. It is the moon, said one. No, said the other. We have watched many and many a night to see the great, round moon rise above the trees. That is not the moon. Is it the northern lightsNo, the northern lights are not like this, and it is not a comet. What can it be[Pg 2] It is no wonder that the hunters were afraid, for the flames flared red over the sky like a wigwam on fire. Thick, blue smoke floated above the flames and hid the shining stars. Do the flames and smoke come from the wigwam of the Great Spirit asked one. I fear that he is angry with his ren, and that the flames are his fiery warclubs, whispered the other. No sleep came to their eyes. All night long they watched and wondered, and waited in terror for the morning. When morning came, the two hunters were still watching the sky. Little by little they saw that there was a high mountain in the west where the light had been, and above the mountain floated a dark blue smoke. Come, said one, we will go and see what it is.They walked and walked till they came close to the mountain, and then they saw fire shining through the seams of the rocks.[Pg 3] It is a mountain of fire, one It is a mountain of fire, one
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sunshine. The light of the flames was still on its head; their marvelous colors were on its gs. So from the mountains heart of fire sprang the first hummingbird. It is the bird of flame, for it has all the beauty of the colors of the flame, but it is gentle, and every in all the earth loves it and is glad to see it fluttering over the flowers. sunshine. The light of the flames was still on its head; their marvelous colors were on its gs. So from the mountains heart of fire sprang the first hummingbird. It is the bird of flame, for it has all the beauty of the colors of the flame, but it is gentle, and every in all the earth loves it and is glad to see it fluttering over the flowers. [Pg 10] THE STORY OF THE FIRST BUTTERFLIES. The Great Spirit thought, By and by I will make men, but first I will make a home for them. It shall be very bright and beautiful. There shall be mountains and prairies and forests, and about it all shall be the blue waters of the sea.As the Great Spirit had thought, so he did. He gave the earth a soft cloak of green. He made the prairies beautiful with flowers. The forests were bright with birds of many colors, and the sea was the home of wonderful seacreatures. My ren will love the prairies, the forests, and the seas, he thought, but the mountains look dark and cold. They are very to me, but how shall I make my ren go to them and so learn to love themLong the Great Spirit thought about the mountains. At last, he made many little shining stones. Some were red, some blue, some green, some yellow, and some weresunshine. The light of the flames was still on its head; their marvelous colors were on its gs. So from the mountains heart of fire sprang the first hummingbird. It is the bird of flame, for it has all the beauty of the colors of the flame, but it is gentle, and every in all the earth loves it and is glad to see it fluttering over the flowers. [Pg 10] THE STORY OF THE FIRST BUTTERFLIES. The Great Spirit thought, By and by I will make men, but first I will make a home for them. It shall be very bright and beautiful. There shall be mountains and prairies and forests, and about it all shall be the blue waters of the sea.As the Great Spirit had thought, so he did. He gave the earth a soft cloak of green. He made the prairies beautiful with flowers. The forests were bright with birds of many colors, and the sea was the home of wonderful seacreatures. My ren will love the prairies, the forests, and the seas, he thought, but the mountains look dark and cold. They are very to me, but how shall I make my ren go to them and so learn to love themLong the Great Spirit thought about the mountains. At last, he made many little shining stones. Some were red, some blue, some green, some yellow, and some were[Pg 11] shining with all the lovely colors of the beautiful rainbow. All my ren will love what is beautiful, he thought, and if I hide the bright stones in the seams of the rocks of the mountains, men will come to find them, and they will learn to love my mountains.When shining with all the lovely colors of the beautiful rainbow. All my ren will love what is beautiful, he thought, and if I hide the bright stones in the seams of the rocks of the mountains, men will come to find them, and they will learn to love my mountains.When THE STORY OF THE FIRST BUTTERFLIES. The Great Spirit thought, By and by I will make men, but first I will make a home for them. It shall be very bright and beautiful. There shall be mountains and prairies and forests, and about it all shall be the blue waters of the sea.As the Great Spirit had thought, so he did. He gave the earth a soft cloak of green. He made the prairies beautiful with flowers. The forests were bright with birds of many colors, and the sea was the home of wonderful seacreatures. My ren will love the prairies, the forests, and the seas, he thought, but the mountains look dark and cold. They are very to me, but how shall I make my ren go to them and so learn to love themLong the Great Spirit thought about the mountains. At last, he made many little shining stones. Some were red, some blue, some green, some yellow, and some weresunshine. The light of the flames was still on its head; their marvelous colors were on its gs. So from the mountains heart of fire sprang the first hummingbird. It is the bird of flame, for it has all the beauty of the colors of the flame, but it is gentle, and every in all the earth loves it and is glad to see it fluttering over the flowers. [Pg 10] THE STORY OF THE FIRST BUTTERFLIES. The Great Spirit thought, By and by I will make men, but first I will make a home for them. It shall be very bright and beautiful. There shall be mountains and prairies and forests, and about it all shall be the blue waters of the sea.As the Great Spirit had thought, so he did. He gave the earth a soft cloak of green. He made the prairies beautiful with flowers. The forests were bright with birds of many colors, and the sea was the home of wonderful seacreatures. My ren will love the prairies, the forests, and the seas, he thought, but the mountains look dark and cold. They are very to me, but how shall I make my ren go to them and so learn to love themLong the Great Spirit thought about the mountains. At last, he made many little shining stones. Some were red, some blue, some green, some yellow, and some were[Pg 11] shining with all the lovely colors of the beautiful rainbow. All my ren will love what is beautiful, he thought, and if I hide the bright stones in the seams of the rocks of the mountains, men will come to find them, and they will learn to love my mountains.When shining with all the lovely colors of the beautiful rainbow. All my ren will love what is beautiful, he thought, and if I hide the bright stones in the seams of the rocks of the mountains, men will come to find them, and they will learn to love my mountains.When

ren. When it came to the edge of the town it noticed a pig in a sty, and alighting upon the rail of the sty it looked down at the creature and thought. If I could change a into a pig by touching it with the magic compound, what could I change a pig into, I wonderBeing curious to determine this fine point in sorcery the butterfly fluttered down and touched its front feet to the pigs nose. Instantly the animal disappeared, and in its place was a shockheaded, dirty looking boy, which sprang from the sty and ran down the road uttering load whoops. Thats funny, said the butterfly to itself. The mandarin would be very angry with me if he knew of this, for I have liberated one more of the creatures that bother him.It fluttered along after the boy, who had paused to throw stones at a cat. But pussy escaped by running up a tree, where thick branches protected her from the stones. Then the boy discovered a newlyplanted garden, and trampled upon the beds until the seeds were scattered far and wide, and the garden was ruined. Next he caught up a switch and struck with it a young calf that stood quietly grazing in a field. The poor creature ran away with piteous bleats, and the boy laughed and followed after it, striking the frightened animal again and again. Really, thought the butterfly, I do not wonder the mandarin hates ren, if they are all so cruel and wicked as this one.The calf having escaped him the boy came back to the road, where he met two little s on their way to school. One of them had a red apple in her hand, and the boy snatched it away and began eating it. The little commenced to <= br />


= cry, but her companion, more brave and sturdy, cried out: You ought to be ashamed of yourself, you nasty boyAt this the boy reached out and slapped her pretty face, whereupon she also began to sob. Although possessed of neither soul nor conscience, the butterfly had a very tender heart, and now decided it could endure this boy no longer. If I permitted him to exist, it reflected, I should never forgive myself, for the monster would do nothing but evil from morning til night.So it flew directly into his face and touched his forehead with its sticky front feet. The next instant the boy had disappeared, but a grunting pig ran swiftly up the road in the direction of its sty. The butterfly gave a sigh of relief. This time I have indeed used the mandarins magic upon a , it whispered, as it floated lazily upon the light breeze; but since the was originally a pig I do not think I have any cause to reproach myself. The little s were sweet and gentle, and I would not injure them to save my life, but were all boys like this transformed pig, I should not hesitate to carry out the mandarins orders.Then it flew into a rose bush, where it remained comfortably until evening. At sundown it returned to its master. Have you changed two of them into pigs he asked, at once. I have, replied the butterfly. One was a pretty, blackeyed baby, and the other a frecklefaced, redhaired, barefooted newboy.Good Good Good screamed the mandarin, in an ecstasy of delight. Those are the ones who torment me the most Change every newboy you meet into a pigVery well, answered the butterfly, quietly, and ate

7] The two hunters went to look upon the mountain, and when they came back, they said sadly, There are no flowers on the mountain. Not a birdsong did we hear. Not a living creature did we see. It is all dark and gloomy. We know the fire is there, for the blue smoke still floats up to the sky, but the mountain will never again be our friend.PART III. THE BIRD OF FLAME When the Great Spirit saw the work of the flames, he was very angry. The fires of this mountain must perish, he said. No longer shall its red flames light the midnight sky.The mountain trembled with fear at the angry words of the Great Spirit. O father of all fire and light, cried the Fire Spirit, I know that the flames have been cruel. They killed the beautiful flowers and drove your ren from their homes, but for many, many moons they heeded my words and were good and gentle. They drove the7] The two hunters went to look upon the mountain, and when they came back, they said sadly, There are no flowers on the mountain. Not a birdsong did we hear. Not a living creature did we see. It is all dark and gloomy. We know the fire is there, for the blue smoke still floats up to the sky, but the mountain will never again be our friend.PART III. THE BIRD OF FLAME When the Great Spirit saw the work of the flames, he was very angry. The fires of this mountain must perish, he said. No longer shall its red flames light the midnight sky.The mountain trembled with fear at the angry words of the Great Spirit. O father of all fire and light, cried the Fire Spirit, I know that the flames have been cruel. They killed the beautiful flowers and drove your ren from their homes, but for many, many moons they heeded my words and were good and gentle. They drove the[Pg 8] frost and cold of ter from the wigwams of the village. The little ren laughed to see their red light in the sky. The hearts of your people will be sad, if the flames must perish from the earth.The Great Spirit listened to the words of the gentle Spirit of Fire, but he answered, The fires must perish. They have been cruel to my people, and the little ren will fear them now; but because the ren once loved them, the beautiful colors of the flames shall still live to make glad the hearts of all who look upon them.Then the Great Spirit struck the mountain with his magic warclub. The smoke above it faded away; its fires grew cold and dead. In its dark and gloomy heart only one little flame still trembled. It looked like a star. How beautiful it was The Great Spirit looked upon the little flame. He saw that it was beautiful and gentle, and he loved it. The fires of the mountain must perish, he said, but you little, gentle flame, shall have gs and fly7] The two hunters went to look upon the mountain, and when they came back, they said sadly, There are no flowers on the mountain. Not a birdsong did we hear. Not a living creature did we see. It is all dark and gloomy. We know the fire is there, for the blue smoke still floats up to the sky, but the mountain will never again be our friend.PART III. THE BIRD OF FLAME When the Great Spirit saw the work of the flames, he was very angry. The fires of this mountain must perish, he said. No longer shall its red flames light the midnight sky.The mountain trembled with fear at the angry words of the Great Spirit. O father of all fire and light, cried the Fire Spirit, I know that the flames have been cruel. They killed the beautiful flowers and drove your ren from their homes, but for many, many moons they heeded my words and were good and gentle. They drove the[Pg 8] frost and cold of ter from the wigwams of the village. The little ren laughed to see their red light in the sky. The hearts of your people will be sad, if the flames must perish from the earth.The Great Spirit listened to the words of the gentle Spirit of Fire, but he answered, The fires must perish. They have been cruel to my people, and the little ren will fear them now; but because the ren once loved them, the beautiful colors of the flames shall still live to make glad the hearts of all who look upon them.Then the Great Spirit struck the mountain with his magic warclub. The smoke above it faded away; its fires grew cold and dead. In its dark and gloomy heart only one little flame still trembled. It looked like a star. How beautiful it was The Great Spirit looked upon the little flame. He saw that it was beautiful and gentle, and he loved it. The fires of the mountain must perish, he said, but you little, gentle flame, shall have gs and fly[Pg 9] far away from the cruel fires, and all my ren will love you as I do. Swiftly the little thing rose above the mountain and flew away in the far away from the cruel fires, and all my ren will love you as I do. Swiftly the little thing rose above the mountain and flew away in the frost and cold of ter from the wigwams of the village. The little ren laughed to see their red light in the sky. The hearts of your people will be sad, if the flames must perish from the earth.The Great Spirit listened to the words of the gentle Spirit of Fire, but he answered, The fires must perish. They have been cruel to my people, and the little ren will fear them now; but because the ren once loved them, the beautiful colors of the flames shall still live to make glad the hearts of all who look upon them.Then the Great Spirit struck the mountain with his magic warclub. The smoke above it faded away; its fires grew cold and dead. In its dark and gloomy heart only one little flame still trembled. It looked like a star. How beautiful it was The Great Spirit looked upon the little flame. He saw that it was beautiful and gentle, and he loved it. The fires of the mountain must perish, he said, but you little, gentle flame, shall have gs and fly7] The two hunters went to look upon the mountain, and when they came back, they said sadly, There are no flowers on the mountain. Not a birdsong did we hear. Not a living creature did we see. It is all dark and gloomy. We know the fire is there, for the blue smoke still floats up to the sky, but the mountain will never again be our friend.PART III. THE BIRD OF FLAME When the Great Spirit saw the work of the flames, he was very angry. The fires of this mountain must perish, he said. No longer shall its red flames light the midnight sky.The mountain trembled with fear at the angry words of the Great Spirit. O father of all fire and light, cried the Fire Spirit, I know that the flames have been cruel. They killed the beautiful flowers and drove your ren from their homes, but for many, many moons they heeded my words and were good and gentle. They drove the[Pg 8] frost and cold of ter from the wigwams of the village. The little ren laughed to see their red light in the sky. The hearts of your people will be sad, if the flames must perish from the earth.The Great Spirit listened to the words of the gentle Spirit of Fire, but he answered, The fires must perish. They have been cruel to my people, and the little ren will fear them now; but because the ren once loved them, the beautiful colors of the flames shall still live to make glad the hearts of all who look upon them.Then the Great Spirit struck the mountain with his magic warclub. The smoke above it faded away; its fires grew cold and dead. In its dark and gloomy heart only one little flame still trembled. It looked like a star. How beautiful it was The Great Spirit looked upon the little flame. He saw that it was beautiful and gentle, and he loved it. The fires of the mountain must perish, he said, but you little, gentle flame, shall have gs and fly[Pg 9] far away from the cruel fires, and all my ren will love you as I do. Swiftly the little thing rose above the mountain and flew away in the far away from the cruel fires, and all my ren will love you as I do. Swiftly the little thing rose above the mountain and flew away in the

= its supper of molasses. Several days were passed by the butterfly in the same manner. It fluttered aimlessly about the flower gardens while the sun shone, and returned at night to the mandarin with false tales of turning ren into se. Sometimes it would be one which was transformed, sometimes two, and occasionally three; but the mandarin always greeted the butterflys report with intense delight and gave him molasses for supper. One evening, however, the butterfly thought it might be well to vary the report, so that the mandarin might not grow suspicious; and when its master asked what had been had been changed into a pig that day the lying creature answered: It was a Chinese boy, and when I touched him he became a black pig.This angered the mandarin, who was in an especially cross mood. He spitefully snapped the butterfly with his finger, and nearly broke its beautiful g; for he forgot that Chinese boys had once mocked him and only remembered his hatred for American boys. The butterfly became very indignant at this abuse from the mandarin. It refused to eat its molasses and sulked all the evening, for it had grown to hate the mandarin almost as much as the mandarin hated ren. When morning came it was still trembling with indignation; but the mandarin cried out: Make haste, miserable slave; for today you must change four ren into pigs, to make up for yesterday.The butterfly did not reply. His little black eyes were sparkling wickedly, and no sooner had he dipped his feet into the magic compound than he flew full in the mandarins face, and touched him upon his ugly, flat forehead. Soon after a gentleman came into the room for his laundry. The mandarin was not there, but running around the place was a repulsive, scrawny pig, which squealed most miserably. The butterfly flew away to a brook and washed from its feet all

lay safely on their beds till the coming of the morning. But one night when all the people in the village were asleep, the flames in the mountain had a great frolic. They danced upon the sea of fire as warriors dance the wardance. They seized great rocks and threwlay safely on their beds till the coming of the morning. But one night when all the people in the village were asleep, the flames in the mountain had a great frolic. They danced upon the sea of fire as warriors dance the wardance. They seized great rocks and threw[Pg 5] them at the sky. The smoke above them hid the stars; the mountain throbbed and trembled. Higher and still higher sprang the dancing flames. At last, they leaped clear above the highest point of the mountain and started down it in a river of red fire. Then the gentle Spirit of Fire called,lay safely on their beds till the coming of the morning. But one night when all the people in the village were asleep, the flames in the mountain had a great frolic. They danced upon the sea of fire as warriors dance the wardance. They seized great rocks and threw[Pg 5] them at the sky. The smoke above them hid the stars; the mountain throbbed and trembled. Higher and still higher sprang the dancing flames. At last, they leaped clear above the highest point of the mountain and started down it in a river of red fire. Then the gentle Spirit of Fire called,[Pg 6] Come back, my flames, come back again The people in the village will not know that you are in a frolic, and they will be afraid.The flames did not heed her words, and the river of fire ran on and on, straight down the mountain. The flowers in its pathway perished. It leaped upon great trees and bore them to the earth. It drove the birds from their nests, and they fluttered about in the thick smoke. It hunted the wild creatures of the forest from the thickets where they hid, and they fled before it in terror. At last, one of the warriors in the village awoke. The thick smoke was in his nostrils. In his ears was the warcry of the flames. He sprang to the door of his lodge and saw the fiery river leaping down the mountain. My people, my people, he cried, the flames are upon us With cries of fear the people in the village fled far away into the forest, and the flames feasted upon the homes they loved.[Pg Come back, my flames, come back again The people in the village will not know that you are in a frolic, and they will be afraid.The flames did not heed her words, and the river of fire ran on and on, straight down the mountain. The flowers in its pathway perished. It leaped upon great trees and bore them to the earth. It drove the birds from their nests, and they fluttered about in the thick smoke. It hunted the wild creatures of the forest from the thickets where they hid, and they fled before it in terror. At last, one of the warriors in the village awoke. The thick smoke was in his nostrils. In his ears was the warcry of the flames. He sprang to the door of his lodge and saw the fiery river leaping down the mountain. My people, my people, he cried, the flames are upon us With cries of fear the people in the village fled far away into the forest, and the flames feasted upon the homes they loved.[Pg them at the sky. The smoke above them hid the stars; the mountain throbbed and trembled. Higher and still higher sprang the dancing flames. At last, they leaped clear above the highest point of the mountain and started down it in a river of red fire. Then the gentle Spirit of Fire called,lay safely on their beds till the coming of the morning. But one night when all the people in the village were asleep, the flames in the mountain had a great frolic. They danced upon the sea of fire as warriors dance the wardance. They seized great rocks and threw[Pg 5] them at the sky. The smoke above them hid the stars; the mountain throbbed and trembled. Higher and still higher sprang the dancing flames. At last, they leaped clear above the highest point of the mountain and started down it in a river of red fire. Then the gentle Spirit of Fire called,[Pg 6] Come back, my flames, come back again The people in the village will not know that you are in a frolic, and they will be afraid.The flames did not heed her words, and the river of fire ran on and on, straight down the mountain. The flowers in its pathway perished. It leaped upon great trees and bore them to the earth. It drove the birds from their nests, and they fluttered about in the thick smoke. It hunted the wild creatures of the forest from the thickets where they hid, and they fled before it in terror. At last, one of the warriors in the village awoke. The thick smoke was in his nostrils. In his ears was the warcry of the flames. He sprang to the door of his lodge and saw the fiery river leaping down the mountain. My people, my people, he cried, the flames are upon us With cries of fear the people in the village fled far away into the forest, and the flames feasted upon the homes they loved.[Pg Come back, my flames, come back again The people in the village will not know that you are in a frolic, and they will be afraid.The flames did not heed her words, and the river of fire ran on and on, straight down the mountain. The flowers in its pathway perished. It leaped upon great trees and bore them to the earth. It drove the birds from their nests, and they fluttered about in the thick smoke. It hunted the wild creatures of the forest from the thickets where they hid, and they fled before it in terror. At last, one of the warriors in the village awoke. The thick smoke was in his nostrils. In his ears was the warcry of the flames. He sprang to the door of his lodge and saw the fiery river leaping down the mountain. My people, my people, he cried, the flames are upon us With cries of fear the people in the village fled far away into the forest, and the flames feasted upon the homes they loved.[Pg =20 =20 3D""/ ------=_Part_4_1608324712.1490107287487--