boils, there is a small island. the-fringe went there to dream, reaching the island by walking a pole which two friends helped him place from the shore. then, because he requested it, his friends went away and left him on the island, going high up into the mountains to dream, themselves. they could see the-fringe on the island from their beds, but, looking down the third morning, found him gone. a cloud of fog hung over the medicine water, hiding all the island; but even when the sun came and drove it away, the-fringe was not there. something that lived in the medicine water had taken him away. but, as 