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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Book of Nature Myths, by Florence Holbrook
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+Title: The Book of Nature Myths
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+Author: Florence Holbrook
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+Release Date: August 27, 2007 [EBook #22420]
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+[Illustration: FROM THE WIGWAM OF THE GREAT SPIRIT (page 2)]
+
+
+
+
+THE BOOK OF NATURE MYTHS
+
+BY FLORENCE HOLBROOK
+
+PRINCIPAL OF FORESTVILLE SCHOOL, CHICAGO
+
+[Illustration: Publishers Stamp]
+
+HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
+
+BOSTON · NEW YORK · CHICAGO · DALLAS SAN FRANCISCO
+
+The Riverside Press Cambridge
+
+Children's Room
+
+
+     COPYRIGHT 1902 BY HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO.
+     ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
+
+
+     The Riverside Press
+     CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS
+     PRINTED IN THE U.S.A
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+In preparing the Book of Nature Myths the desire has been to make a
+second reader which would be adapted to the child's interest, ability,
+and progress.
+
+The subject-matter is of permanent value, culled from the folk-lore of
+the primitive races; the vocabulary, based upon that of the Hiawatha
+Primer, is increased gradually, and the new words and phrases will add
+to the child's power of expression. The naïve explanations of the
+phenomena of nature given by the primitive races appeal to the child's
+wonder about the same phenomena, and he is pleased and interested. These
+myths will gratify the child's desire for complete stories, and their
+intrinsic merit makes them valuable for oral reproduction.
+
+The stories have been adapted to youthful minds from myths contained in
+the works of many students of folk-lore whose scholarship is undisputed.
+Special acknowledgment is due Miss Eva March Tappan for her valuable
+assistance in the final revision of the text.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                           PAGE
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST HUMMING-BIRD.
+
+  Part I. The Great Fire-mountain                             1
+
+  Part II. The Frolic of the Flames                           4
+
+  Part III. The Bird of Flame                                 7
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST BUTTERFLIES                           10
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST WOODPECKER                            13
+
+WHY THE WOODPECKER'S HEAD IS RED                             15
+
+WHY THE CAT ALWAYS FALLS UPON HER FEET                       19
+
+WHY THE SWALLOW'S TAIL IS FORKED                             23
+
+WHY THE WHITE HARES HAVE BLACK EARS                          28
+
+WHY THE MAGPIE'S NEST IS NOT WELL BUILT                      31
+
+WHY THE RAVEN'S FEATHERS ARE BLACK                           34
+
+HOW FIRE WAS BROUGHT TO THE INDIANS.
+
+  Part I. Seizing the Firebrand                              36
+
+  Part II. The Firebrand in the Forest                       40
+
+  Part III. The Firebrand in the Pond                        41
+
+HOW THE QUAIL BECAME A SNIPE                                 43
+
+WHY THE SERPENT SHEDS HIS SKIN                               47
+
+WHY THE DOVE IS TIMID                                        50
+
+WHY THE PARROT REPEATS THE WORDS OF MEN                      52
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST MOCKING-BIRD                          56
+
+WHY THE TAIL OF THE FOX HAS A WHITE TIP                      60
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST FROGS                                 64
+
+WHY THE RABBIT IS TIMID                                      68
+
+WHY THE PEETWEET CRIES FOR RAIN                              70
+
+WHY THE BEAR HAS A SHORT TAIL                                72
+
+WHY THE WREN FLIES CLOSE TO THE EARTH                        76
+
+WHY THE HOOFS OF THE DEER ARE SPLIT                          79
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST GRASSHOPPER                           83
+
+THE STORY OF THE ORIOLE                                      86
+
+WHY THE PEACOCK'S TAIL HAS A HUNDRED EYES                    89
+
+THE STORY OF THE BEES AND THE FLIES                          93
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST MOLES                                 96
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST ANTS                                  98
+
+THE FACE OF THE MANITO                                      103
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST DIAMONDS                             107
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST PEARLS                               111
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST EMERALDS                             114
+
+WHY THE EVERGREEN TREES NEVER LOSE THEIR LEAVES             118
+
+WHY THE ASPEN LEAVES TREMBLE                                122
+
+HOW THE BLOSSOMS CAME TO THE HEATHER                        125
+
+HOW FLAX WAS GIVEN TO MEN                                   128
+
+WHY THE JUNIPER HAS BERRIES                                 133
+
+WHY THE SEA IS SALT                                         135
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST WHITEFISH                            138
+
+WAS IT THE FIRST TURTLE?                                    142
+
+WHY THE CROCODILE HAS A WIDE MOUTH                          145
+
+THE STORY OF THE PICTURE ON THE VASE                        150
+
+WHY THE WATER IN RIVERS IS NEVER STILL                      155
+
+HOW THE RAVEN HELPED MEN                                    160
+
+THE STORY OF THE EARTH AND SKY                              165
+
+HOW SUMMER CAME TO THE EARTH.
+
+  Part I.                                                   169
+
+  Part II.                                                  172
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST SNOWDROPS                            175
+
+WHY THE FACE OF THE MOON IS WHITE                           179
+
+WHY ALL MEN LOVE THE MOON                                   184
+
+WHY THERE IS A HARE IN THE MOON                             188
+
+THE CHILDREN IN THE MOON                                    193
+
+WHY THERE IS A MAN IN THE MOON                              197
+
+THE TWIN STARS                                              200
+
+THE LANTERN AND THE FAN                                     204
+
+VOCABULARY                                                  211
+
+
+
+
+THE BOOK OF NATURE MYTHS.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST HUMMING-BIRD.
+
+
+PART I. THE GREAT FIRE-MOUNTAIN.
+
+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 lights?"
+
+"No, the northern lights are not like this, and it is not a comet. What
+can it be?"
+
+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 children, and that the flames are his
+fiery war-clubs," 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. "It is a mountain
+of fire," one whispered. "Shall we go on?" "We will," said the other,
+and they went higher and higher up the mountain. At last they stood upon
+its highest point. "Now we know the secret," they cried. "Our people
+will be glad when they hear this."
+
+Swiftly they went home through the forest to their own village. "We have
+found a wonder," they cried. "We have found the home of the Fire Spirit.
+We know where she keeps her flames to help the Great Spirit and his
+children. It is a mountain of fire. Blue smoke rises above it night and
+day, for its heart is a fiery sea, and on the sea the red flames leap
+and dance. Come with us to the wonderful mountain of fire."
+
+The people of the village had been cold in the winter nights, and they
+cried, "O brothers, your words are good. We will move our lodges to the
+foot of the magic mountain. We can light our wigwam fires from its
+flames, and we shall not fear that we shall perish in the long, cold
+nights of winter."
+
+So the Indians went to live at the foot of the fire-mountain, and when
+the cold nights came, they said, "We are not cold, for the Spirit of
+Fire is our good friend, and she keeps her people from perishing."
+
+
+PART II. THE FROLIC OF THE FLAMES.
+
+For many and many a moon the people of the village lived at the foot of
+the great fire-mountain. On summer evenings, the children watched the
+light, and when a child asked, "Father, what makes it?" the father said,
+"That is the home of the Great Spirit of Fire, who is our good friend."
+Then all in the little village went to sleep and 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 war-dance. They seized great rocks and threw 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,
+"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."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 war-cry 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.
+
+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 bird-song
+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 children from their homes, but for many, many moons they heeded my
+words and were good and gentle. They drove the frost and cold of winter
+from the wigwams of the village. The little children 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 children will fear them now; but because the children
+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 war-club. 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 wings and
+fly far away from the cruel fires, and all my children will love you as
+I do." Swiftly the little thing rose above the mountain and flew away in
+the sunshine. The light of the flames was still on its head; their
+marvelous colors were on its wings.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So from the mountain's heart of fire sprang the first humming-bird. It
+is the bird of flame, for it has all the beauty of the colors of the
+flame, but it is gentle, and every child in all the earth loves it and
+is glad to see it fluttering over the flowers.
+
+
+
+
+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 sea-creatures. "My children will love the prairies, the
+forests, and the seas," he thought, "but the mountains look dark and
+cold. They are very dear to me, but how shall I make my children go to
+them and so learn to love them?"
+
+Long 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 shining with all the lovely colors of the
+beautiful rainbow. "All my children 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 stones were made and the Great Spirit looked upon their beauty,
+he said, "I will not hide you all away in the seams of the rocks. Some
+of you shall be out in the sunshine, so that the little children who
+cannot go to the mountains shall see your colors." Then the southwind
+came by, and as he went, he sang softly of forests flecked with light
+and shadow, of birds and their nests in the leafy trees. He sang of long
+summer days and the music of waters beating upon the shore. He sang of
+the moonlight and the starlight. All the wonders of the night, all the
+beauty of the morning, were in his song.
+
+"Dear southwind," said the Great Spirit "here are some beautiful things
+for you to bear away with, you to your summer home. You will love them,
+and all the little children will love them." At these words of the Great
+Spirit, all the stones before him stirred with life and lifted
+themselves on many-colored wings. They fluttered away in the sunshine,
+and the southwind sang to them as they went.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So it was that the first butterflies came from a beautiful thought of
+the Great Spirit, and in their wings were all the colors of the shining
+stones that he did not wish to hide away.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST WOODPECKER.
+
+
+In the days of long ago the Great Spirit came down from the sky and
+talked with men. Once as he went up and down the earth, he came to the
+wigwam of a woman. He went into the wigwam and sat down by the fire, but
+he looked like an old man, and the woman did not know who he was.
+
+"I have fasted for many days," said the Great Spirit to the woman. "Will
+you give me some food?" The woman made a very little cake and put it on
+the fire. "You can have this cake," she said, "if you will wait for it
+to bake." "I will wait," he said.
+
+When the cake was baked, the woman stood and looked at it. She thought,
+"It is very large. I thought it was small. I will not give him so large
+a cake as that." So she put it away and made a small one. "If you will
+wait, I will give you this when it is baked," she said, and the Great
+Spirit said, "I will wait."
+
+When that cake was baked, it was larger than the first one. "It is so
+large that I will keep it for a feast," she thought. So she said to her
+guest, "I will not give you this cake, but if you will wait, I will make
+you another one." "I will wait," said the Great Spirit again.
+
+Then the woman made another cake. It was still smaller than the others
+had been at first, but when she went to the fire for it, she found it
+the largest of all. She did not know that the Great Spirit's magic had
+made each cake larger, and she thought, "This is a marvel, but I will
+not give away the largest cake of all." So she said to her guest, "I
+have no food for you. Go to the forest and look there for your food. You
+can find it in the bark of the trees, if you will."
+
+The Great Spirit was angry when he heard the words of the woman. He rose
+up from where he sat and threw back his cloak. "A woman must be good and
+gentle," he said, "and you are cruel. You shall no longer be a woman and
+live in a wigwam. You shall go out into the forest and hunt for your
+food in the bark of trees."
+
+The Great Spirit stamped his foot on the earth, and the woman grew
+smaller and smaller. Wings started from her body and feathers grew upon
+her. With a loud cry she rose from the earth and flew away to the
+forest.
+
+And to this day all woodpeckers live in the forest and hunt for their
+food in the bark of trees.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE WOODPECKER'S HEAD IS RED.
+
+
+One day the woodpecker said to the Great Spirit, "Men do not like me. I
+wish they did."
+
+The Great Spirit said, "If you wish men to love you, you must be good to
+them and help them. Then they will call you their friend."
+
+"How can a little bird help a man?" asked the woodpecker.
+
+"If one wishes to help, the day will come when he can help," said the
+Great Spirit. The day did come, and this story shows how a little bird
+helped a strong warrior.
+
+There was once a cruel magician who lived in a gloomy wigwam beside the
+Black-Sea-Water. He did not like flowers, and they did not blossom in
+his pathway. He did not like birds, and they did not sing in the trees
+above him. The breath of his nostrils was fatal to all life. North,
+south, east, and west he blew the deadly fever that killed the women and
+the little children.
+
+"Can I help them?" thought a brave warrior, and he said, "I will find
+the magician, and see if death will not come to him as he has made it
+come to others. I will go straightway to his home."
+
+For many days the brave warrior was in his canoe traveling across the
+Black-Sea-Water. At last he saw the gloomy wigwam of the cruel magician.
+He shot an arrow at the door and called, "Come out, O coward! You have
+killed women and children with your fatal breath, but you cannot kill a
+warrior. Come out and fight, if you are not afraid."
+
+The cruel magician laughed loud and long. "One breath of fever," he
+said, "and you will fall to the earth." The warrior shot again, and then
+the magician was angry. He did not laugh, but he came straight out of
+his gloomy lodge, and as he came, he blew the fever all about him.
+
+Then was seen the greatest fight that the sun had ever looked upon. The
+brave warrior shot his flint-tipped arrows, but the magician had on his
+magic cloak, and the arrows could not wound him. He blew from his
+nostrils the deadly breath of fever, but the heart of the warrior was so
+strong that the fever could not kill him.
+
+At last the brave warrior had but three arrows in his quiver. "What
+shall I do?" he said sadly. "My arrows are good and my aim is good, but
+no arrow can go through the magic cloak."
+
+"Come on, come on," called the magician. "You are the man who wished to
+fight. Come on." Then a woodpecker in a tree above the brave warrior
+said softly, "Aim your arrow at his head, O warrior! Do not shoot at
+his heart, but at the crest of feathers on his head. He can be wounded
+there, but not in his heart."
+
+The warrior was not so proud that he could not listen to a little bird.
+The magician bent to lift a stone, and an arrow flew from the warrior's
+bow. It buzzed and stung like a wasp. It came so close to the crest of
+feathers that the magician trembled with terror. Before he could run,
+another arrow came, and this one struck him right on his crest. His
+heart grew cold with fear. "Death has struck me," he cried.
+
+"Your cruel life is over," said the warrior. "People shall no longer
+fear your fatal breath." Then he said to the woodpecker, "Little bird,
+you have been a good friend to me, and I will do all that I can for
+you." He put some of the red blood of the magician upon the little
+creature's head. It made the crest of feathers there as red as flame.
+"Whenever a man looks upon you," said the warrior, "he will say, 'That
+bird is our friend. He helped to kill the cruel magician.'"
+
+The little woodpecker was very proud of his red crest because it showed
+that he was the friend of man, and all his children to this day are as
+proud as he was.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE CAT ALWAYS FALLS UPON HER FEET.
+
+
+Some magicians are cruel, but others are gentle and good to all the
+creatures of the earth. One of these good magicians was one day
+traveling in a great forest. The sun rose high in the heavens, and he
+lay down at the foot of a tree. Soft, green moss grew all about him. The
+sun shining through the leaves made flecks of light and shadow upon the
+earth. He heard the song of the bird and the lazy buzz of the wasp. The
+wind rustled the leafy boughs above him. All the music of the forest
+lulled him to slumber, and he closed his eyes.
+
+As the magician lay asleep, a great serpent came softly from the
+thicket. It lifted high its shining crest and saw the man at the foot of
+the tree. "I will kill him!" it hissed. "I could have eaten that cat
+last night if he had not called, 'Watch, little cat, watch!' I will kill
+him, I will kill him!"
+
+Closer and closer the deadly serpent moved. The magician stirred in his
+sleep. "Watch, little cat, watch!" he said softly. The serpent drew
+back, but the magician's eyes were shut, and it went closer. It hissed
+its war-cry. The sleeping magician did not move. The serpent was upon
+him--no, far up in the high branches of the tree above his head the
+little cat lay hidden. She had seen the serpent when it came from the
+thicket.
+
+[Illustration: SHE LEAPED DOWN UPON THE SERPENT]
+
+She watched it as it went closer and closer to the sleeping man, and she
+heard it hiss its war-cry. The little cat's body quivered with anger and
+with fear, for she was so little and the serpent was so big. "The
+magician was very good to me," she thought, and she leaped down upon the
+serpent.
+
+Oh, how angry the serpent was! It hissed, and the flames shot from its
+eyes. It struck wildly at the brave little cat, but now the cat had no
+fear. Again and again she leaped upon the serpent's head, and at last
+the creature lay dead beside the sleeping man whom it had wished to
+kill.
+
+When the magician awoke, the little cat lay on the earth, and not far
+away was the dead serpent. He knew at once what the cat had done, and he
+said, "Little cat, what can I do to show you honor for your brave fight?
+Your eyes are quick to see, and your ears are quick to hear. You can run
+very swiftly. I know what I can do for you. You shall be known over the
+earth as the friend of man, and you shall always have a home in the
+home of man. And one thing more, little cat: you leaped from the high
+tree to kill the deadly serpent, and now as long as you live, you shall
+leap where you will, and you shall always fall upon your feet."
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE SWALLOW'S TAIL IS FORKED.
+
+
+This is the story of how the swallow's tail came to be forked.
+
+One day the Great Spirit asked all the animals that he had made to come
+to his lodge. Those that could fly came first: the robin, the bluebird,
+the owl, the butterfly, the wasp, and the firefly. Behind them came the
+chicken, fluttering its wings and trying hard to keep up. Then came the
+deer, the squirrel, the serpent, the cat, and the rabbit. Last of all
+came the bear, the beaver, and the hedgehog. Every one traveled as
+swiftly as he could, for each wished to hear the words of the Great
+Spirit.
+
+"I have called you together," said the Great Spirit, "because I often
+hear you scold and fret. What do you wish me to do for you? How can I
+help you?"
+
+"I do not like to hunt so long for my food," said the bear.
+
+"I do not like to build nests," said the bluebird.
+
+"I do not like to live in the water," said the beaver.
+
+"And I do not like to live in a tree," said the squirrel.
+
+At last man stood erect before the Great Spirit and said, "O Great
+Father, the serpent feasts upon my blood. Will you not give him some
+other food?"
+
+"And why?" asked the Great Spirit.
+
+"Because I am the first of all the creatures you have made," answered
+man proudly.
+
+Then every animal in the lodge was angry to hear the words of man. The
+squirrel chattered, the wasp buzzed, the owl hooted, and the serpent
+hissed.
+
+"Hush, be still," said the Great Spirit. "You are, O man, the first of
+my creatures, but I am the father of all. Each one has his rights, and
+the serpent must have his food. Mosquito, you are a great traveler. Now
+fly away and find what creature's blood is best for the serpent. Do you
+all come back in a year and a day."
+
+The animals straightway went to their homes. Some went to the river,
+some to the forest, and some to the prairie, to wait for the day when
+they must meet at the lodge of the Great Spirit.
+
+The mosquito traveled over the earth and stung every creature that he
+met to find whose blood was the best for the serpent. On his way back to
+the lodge of the Great Spirit he looked up into the sky, and there was
+the swallow.
+
+"Good-day, swallow," called the mosquito.
+
+"I am glad to see you, my friend," sang the swallow. "Are you going to
+the lodge of the Great Spirit? And have you found out whose blood is
+best for the serpent?"
+
+"The blood of man," answered the mosquito.
+
+The mosquito did not like man, but the swallow had always been his
+friend. "What can I do to help man?" he thought. "Oh, I know what I can
+do." Then he asked the mosquito, "Whose blood did you say?"
+
+"Man's blood," said the mosquito; "that is best."
+
+"_This_ is best," said the swallow, and he tore out the mosquito's
+tongue.
+
+The mosquito buzzed angrily and went quickly to the Great Spirit.
+
+"All the animals are here," said the Great Spirit. "They are waiting to
+hear whose blood is best for the serpent."
+
+The mosquito tried to answer, "The blood of man," but he could not say a
+word. He could make no sound but "Kss-ksss-ksssss!"
+
+"What do you say?"
+
+"Kss-ksss-ksssss!" buzzed the mosquito angrily.
+
+All the creatures wondered. Then said the swallow:--
+
+"Great Father, the mosquito is timid and cannot answer you. I met him
+before we came, and he told me whose blood it was."
+
+"Then let us know at once," said the Great Spirit.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"It is the blood of the frog," answered the swallow quickly. "Is it not
+so, friend mosquito?"
+
+"Kss-ksss-ksssss!" hissed the angry mosquito.
+
+"The serpent shall have the frog's blood," said the Great Spirit. "Man
+shall be his food no longer."
+
+Now the serpent was angry with the swallow, for he did not like frog's
+blood. As the swallow flew near him, he seized him by the tail and tore
+away a little of it. This is why the swallow's tail is forked, and it is
+why man always looks upon the swallow as his friend.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE WHITE HARES HAVE BLACK EARS.
+
+
+In the forest there is a beautiful spirit. All the beasts and all the
+birds are dear to him, and he likes to have them gentle and good. One
+morning he saw some of his little white hares fighting one another, and
+each trying to seize the best of the food.
+
+"Oh, my selfish little hares," he said sadly, "why do you fight and try
+to seize the best of everything for yourselves? Why do you not live in
+love together?"
+
+"Tell us a story and we will be good," cried the hares.
+
+Then the spirit of the forest was glad. "I will tell you a story of how
+you first came to live on the green earth with the other animals," he
+said, "and why it is that you are white, and the other hares are not."
+
+Then the little hares came close about the spirit of the forest, and sat
+very still to hear the story.
+
+"Away up above the stars," the gentle spirit began, "the sky children
+were all together one snowy day. They threw snowflakes at one another,
+and some of the snowflakes fell from the sky. They came down swiftly
+between the stars and among the branches of the trees. At last they lay
+on the green earth. They were the first that had ever come to the earth,
+and no one knew what they were. The swallow asked, 'What are they?' and
+the butterfly answered, 'I do not know.' The spirit of the sky was
+listening, and he said, 'We call them snowflakes.'
+
+"'I never heard of snowflakes. Are they birds or beasts?' asked the
+butterfly.
+
+"'They are snowflakes,' answered the spirit of the sky, 'but they are
+magic snowflakes. Watch them closely.'
+
+"The swallow and the butterfly watched. Every snowflake showed two
+bright eyes, then two long ears, then some soft feet, and there were the
+whitest, softest little hares that were ever seen."
+
+"Were we the little white hares?" asked the listeners.
+
+"You were the little white hares," answered the spirit, "and if you are
+gentle and good, you will always be white."
+
+The hares were not gentle and good; they were fretful, and before long
+they were scolding and fighting again. The gentle spirit was angry. "I
+must get a firebrand and beat them with it," he said, "for they must
+learn to be good."
+
+So the hares were beaten with the firebrand till their ears were black
+as night. Their bodies were still white, but if the spirit hears them
+scolding and fighting again, it may be that we shall see their bodies as
+black as their ears.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE MAGPIE'S NEST IS NOT WELL BUILT.
+
+
+A long time ago all the birds met together to talk about building nests.
+
+"Every Indian has a wigwam," said the robin, "and every bird needs a
+home."
+
+"Indians have no feathers," said the owl, "and so they are cold without
+wigwams. We have feathers."
+
+"I keep warm by flying swiftly," said the swallow.
+
+"And I keep warm by fluttering my wings," said the humming-bird.
+
+"By and by we shall have our little ones," said the robin. "They will
+have no feathers on their wings, so they cannot fly or flutter; and they
+will be cold. How shall we keep them warm if we have no nests?"
+
+Then all the birds said, "We will build nests so that our little ones
+will be warm."
+
+The birds went to work. One brought twigs, one brought moss, and one
+brought leaves. They sang together merrily, for they thought of the
+little ones that would some time come to live in the warm nests.
+
+Now the magpie was lazy, and she sat still and watched the others at
+their work.
+
+"Come and build your nest in the reeds and rushes," cried one bird, but
+the magpie said "No."
+
+"My nest is on the branch of a tree," called another, "and it rocks like
+a child's cradle. Come and build beside it," but the magpie said "No."
+
+Before long all the birds but the magpie had their nests built. The
+magpie cried, "I do not know how to build a nest. Will you not help me?"
+
+The other birds were sorry for her and answered, "We will teach you."
+The black-bird said, "Put the twigs on this bough;" the robin said, "Put
+the leaves between the twigs;" and the humming-bird said, "Put this soft
+green moss over it all."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"I do not know how," cried the magpie.
+
+"We are teaching you," said the other birds. But the magpie was lazy,
+and she thought, "If I do not learn, they will build a nest for me."
+
+The other birds talked together. "She does not wish to learn," they
+said, "and we will not help her any longer." So they went away from her.
+
+Then the magpie was sorry. "Come back," she called, "and I will learn."
+But by this time the other birds had eggs in their nests, and they were
+busy taking care of them, and had no time to teach the lazy magpie. This
+is why the magpie's nest is not well built.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE RAVEN'S FEATHERS ARE BLACK.
+
+
+Long, long ago the raven's feathers were white as snow. He was a
+beautiful bird, but the other birds did not like him because he was a
+thief. When they saw him coming, they would hide away the things that
+they cared for most, but in some marvelous way he always found them and
+took them to his nest in the pine-tree.
+
+One morning the raven heard a little bird singing merrily in a thicket.
+The leaves of the trees were dark green, and the little bird's yellow
+feathers looked like sunshine among them.
+
+"I will have that bird," said the raven, and he seized the trembling
+little thing.
+
+The yellow bird fluttered and cried, "Help, help! Will no one come and
+help me!"
+
+The other birds happened to be far away, and not one heard her cries.
+"The raven will kill me," she called. "Help, help!"
+
+Now hidden in the bark of a tree was a wood-worm.
+
+"I am only a wood-worm," he said to himself, "and I cannot fly like a
+bird, but the yellow bird has been good to me, and I will do what I can
+to help her."
+
+When the sun set, the raven went to sleep. Then the wood-worm made his
+way softly up the pine-tree to the raven's nest, and bound his feet
+together with grass and pieces of birch-bark.
+
+"Fly away," whispered the wood-worm softly to the little yellow bird,
+"and come to see me by and by. I must teach the raven not to be cruel to
+the other birds."
+
+The little yellow bird flew away, and the wood-worm brought twigs, and
+moss, and birch-bark, and grass, and put them around the tree. Then he
+set them all on fire. Up the great pine-tree went the flames, leaping
+from bough to bough.
+
+"Fire! fire!" cried the raven. "Come and help me! My nest is on fire!"
+
+The other birds were not sorry to see him flutter. "He is a thief," said
+they. "Let him be in the fire."
+
+By and by the fire burned the grass and the pieces of birch-bark that
+fastened his feet together, and the raven flew away. He was not burned,
+but he could no longer be proud of his shining white feathers, for the
+smoke had made every one of them as black as night.
+
+
+
+
+HOW FIRE WAS BROUGHT TO THE INDIANS.
+
+
+PART I. SEIZING THE FIREBRAND.
+
+Oh, it was so cold! The wind blew the leaves about on the ground. The
+frost spirit hid on the north side of every tree, and stung every animal
+of the forest that came near. Then the snow fell till the ground was
+white. Through the snowflakes one could see the sun, but the sun looked
+cold, for it was not a clear, bright yellow. It was almost as white as
+the moon.
+
+The Indians drew their cloaks more and more closely around them, for
+they had no fire.
+
+"How shall we get fire?" they asked, but no one answered.
+
+All the fire on earth was in the wigwam of two old women who did not
+like the Indians.
+
+"They shall not have it," said the old women, and they watched night and
+day so that no one could get a firebrand.
+
+At last a young Indian said to the others, "No man can get fire. Let us
+ask the animals to help us."
+
+"What beast or what bird can get fire when the two old women are
+watching it?" the others cried.
+
+"The bear might get it."
+
+"No, he cannot run swiftly."
+
+"The deer can run."
+
+"His antlers would not go through the door of the wigwam."
+
+"The raven can go through the door."
+
+"It was smoke that made the raven's feathers black, and now he always
+keeps away from the fire."
+
+"The serpent has not been in the smoke."
+
+"No, but he is not our friend, and he will not do anything for us."
+
+"Then I will ask the wolf," said the young man. "He can run, he has no
+antlers, and he has not been in the smoke."
+
+So the young man went to the wolf and called, "Friend wolf, if you will
+get us a firebrand, I will give you some food every day."
+
+"I will get it," said the wolf. "Go to the home of the old women and
+hide behind a tree; and when you hear me cough three times, give a loud
+war-cry."
+
+Close by the village of the Indians was a pond. In the pond was a frog,
+and near the pond lived a squirrel, a bat, a bear, and a deer. The wolf
+cried, "Frog, hide in the rushes across the pond. Squirrel, go to the
+bushes beside the path that runs from the pond to the wigwam of the two
+old women. Bat, go into the shadow and sleep if you like, but do not
+close both eyes. Bear, do not stir from behind this great rock till you
+are told. Deer, keep still as a mountain till something happens."
+
+The wolf then went to the wigwam of the two old women. He coughed at the
+door, and at last they said, "Wolf, you may come in to the fire."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The wolf went into the wigwam. He coughed three times, and the Indian
+gave a war-cry. The two old women ran out quickly into the forest to
+see what had happened, and the wolf ran away with a firebrand from the
+fire.
+
+
+PART II. THE FIREBRAND IN THE FOREST.
+
+When the two women saw that the wolf had the firebrand, they were very
+angry, and straightway they ran after him.
+
+"Catch it and run!" cried the wolf, and he threw it to the deer. The
+deer caught it and ran.
+
+"Catch it and run!" cried the deer, and he threw it to the bear. The
+bear caught it and ran.
+
+"Catch it and fly!" cried the bear, and he threw it to the bat. The bat
+caught it and flew.
+
+"Catch it and run!" cried the bat, and he threw it to the squirrel. The
+squirrel caught it and ran.
+
+"Oh, serpent," called the two old women, "you are no friend to the
+Indians. Help us. Get the firebrand away from the squirrel."
+
+As the squirrel ran swiftly over the ground, the serpent sprang up and
+tried to seize the firebrand. He did not get it, but the smoke went into
+the squirrel's nostrils and made him cough. He would not let go of the
+firebrand, but ran and ran till he could throw it to the frog.
+
+When the frog was running away with it, then the squirrel for the first
+time thought of himself, and he found that his beautiful bushy tail was
+no longer straight, for the fire had curled it up over his back.
+
+"Do not be sorry," called the young Indian across the pond. "Whenever an
+Indian boy sees a squirrel with his tail curled up over his back, he
+will throw him a nut."
+
+
+PART III. THE FIREBRAND IN THE POND.
+
+All this time the firebrand was burning, and the frog was going to the
+pond as fast as he could. The old women were running after him, and when
+he came to the water, one of them caught him by the tail.
+
+"I have caught him!" she called.
+
+"Do not let him go!" cried the other.
+
+"No, I will not," said the first; but she did let him go, for the little
+frog tore himself away and dived into the water. His tail was still in
+the woman's hand, but the firebrand was safe, and he made his way
+swiftly across the pond.
+
+"Here it is," said the frog.
+
+"Where?" asked the young Indian. Then the frog coughed, and out of his
+mouth came the firebrand. It was small, for it had been burning all this
+time, but it set fire to the leaves and twigs, and soon the Indians were
+warm again. They sang and they danced about the flames.
+
+At first the frog was sad, because he was sorry to lose his tail; but
+before long he was as merry as the people who were dancing, for the
+young Indian said, "Little frog, you have been a good friend to us, and
+as long as we live on the earth, we will never throw a stone at a frog
+that has no tail."
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE QUAIL BECAME A SNIPE.
+
+
+"It is lonely living in this great tree far away from the other birds,"
+said the owl to herself. "I will get some one to come and live with me.
+The quail has many children, and I will ask her for one of them."
+
+The owl went to the quail and said, "Will you let me have one of your
+children to come and live with me?"
+
+"Live with you? No," answered the quail. "I would as soon let my child
+live with the serpent. You are hidden in the tree all day long, and when
+it is dark, you come down like a thief and catch little animals that are
+fast asleep in their nests. You shall never have one of my children."
+
+"I _will_ have one," thought the owl.
+
+She waited till the night had come. It was dark and gloomy, for the moon
+was not to be seen, and not a star twinkled in the sky. Not a leaf
+stirred, and not a ripple was on the pond. The owl crept up to the
+quail's home as softly as she could. The young birds were chattering
+together, and she listened to their talk.
+
+"My mother is gone a long time," said one. "It is lonely, and I am
+afraid."
+
+"What is there to be afraid of?" asked another. "You are a little
+coward. Shut your eyes and go to sleep. See me! I am not afraid, if it
+is dark and gloomy. Oh, oh!" cried the boaster, for the owl had seized
+him and was carrying him away from home and his little brothers.
+
+When the mother quail came home, she asked, "Where is your brother?" The
+little quails did not know. All they could say was that something had
+seized him in the darkness and taken him away.
+
+"It crept up to the nest in the dark," said one.
+
+"And oh, mother, never, never go away from us again!" cried another. "Do
+not leave us at home all alone."
+
+"But, my dear little ones," the mother said, "how could you have any
+food if I never went away from our home?"
+
+The mother quail was very sad, and she would have been still more
+sorrowful if she had known what was happening to her little son far away
+in the owl's nest. The cruel owl had pulled and pulled on the quail's
+bill and legs, till they were so long that his mother would not have
+known him.
+
+One night the mole came to the quail and said, "Your little son is in
+the owl's nest."
+
+"How do you know?" asked the quail.
+
+"I cannot see very well," answered the mole, "but I heard him call, and
+I know that he is there."
+
+"How shall I get him away from the owl?" the quail asked the mole.
+
+"The owl crept up to your home in the dark," said the mole, "but you
+must go to her nest at sunrise when the light shines in her eyes and she
+cannot see you."
+
+At sunrise the quail crept up to the owl's nest and carried away her
+dear little son to his old home. As the light grew brighter, she saw
+what had happened to him. His bill and his legs were so long that he
+did not look like her son.
+
+"He is not like our brother," said the other little quails.
+
+"That is because the cruel owl that carried him away has pulled his bill
+and his legs," answered the mother sorrowfully. "You must be very good
+to him."
+
+But the other little quails were not good to him. They laughed at him,
+and the quail with the long bill and legs was never again merry and glad
+with them. Before long he ran away and hid among the great reeds that
+stand in the water and on the shores of the pond.
+
+"I will not be called quail," he said to himself, "for quails never have
+long bills and legs. I will have a new name, and it shall be snipe. I
+like the sound of that name."
+
+So it was that the bird whose name was once quail came to be called
+snipe. His children live among the reeds of the pond, and they, too, are
+called snipes.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE SERPENT SHEDS HIS SKIN.
+
+
+The serpent is the grandfather of the owl, and once upon a time if the
+owl needed help, she would say, "My grandfather will come and help me,"
+but now he never comes to her. This story tells why.
+
+When the owl carried away the little quail, she went to the serpent and
+said, "Grandfather, you will not tell the quail that I have her son,
+will you?"
+
+"No," answered the serpent, "I will keep your secret. I will not whisper
+it to any one." So when the mother quail asked all the animals, "Can you
+tell me who has carried away my little son?" the serpent answered, "I
+have been sound asleep. How could I know?"
+
+After the quail had become a snipe and had gone to live in the marsh
+among the reeds, the cruel owl looked everywhere for him, and at last
+she saw him standing beside a great stone in the water.
+
+She went to the serpent and said, "Grandfather, will you do something
+for me?"
+
+"I will," hissed the serpent softly, "What is it?"
+
+"Only to take a drink of water," answered the owl. "Come and drink all
+the water in the marsh, and then I can catch the quail that I made into
+a snipe."
+
+The serpent drank and drank, but still there was water in the marsh.
+
+"Why do you not drink faster?" cried the owl. "I shall never get the
+snipe."
+
+The serpent drank till he could drink no more, and still the water stood
+in the marsh. The owl could not see well by day, and the serpent could
+not see above the reeds and rushes, so they did not know that the water
+from the pond was coming into the marsh faster than the serpent could
+drink it.
+
+Still the serpent drank, and at last his skin burst.
+
+"Oh," he cried, "my skin has burst. Help me to fasten it together."
+
+"My skin never bursts," said the owl. "If you will drink the water from
+the marsh, I will help you, but I will not fasten any skin together till
+I get that snipe."
+
+The serpent had done all that he could to help the owl, and now he was
+angry. He was afraid, too, for he did not know what would happen to him,
+and he lay on the ground trembling and quivering. It was not long before
+his old skin fell off, and then he saw that under it was a beautiful new
+one, all bright and shining. He sheds his old skin every year now, but
+never again has he done anything to help the owl.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE DOVE IS TIMID.
+
+
+A spirit called the manito always watches over the Indians. He is glad
+when they are brave, but if they are cowardly, he is angry.
+
+One day when the manito was walking under the pine-trees, he heard a cry
+of terror in the forest.
+
+"What is that?" said he. "Can it be that any of my Indian children are
+afraid?"
+
+As he stood listening, an Indian boy came running from the thicket,
+crying in fear.
+
+"What are you afraid of?" asked the manito.
+
+"My mother told me to go into the forest with my bow and arrows and
+shoot some animal for food," said the boy.
+
+"That is what all Indian boys must do," said the manito. "Why do you not
+do as she said?"
+
+"Oh, the great bear is in the forest, and I am afraid of him!"
+
+"Afraid of Hoots?" asked the manito. "An Indian boy must never be
+afraid."
+
+"But Hoots will eat me, I know he will," cried the boy. "Boo-hoo,
+boo-hoo!"
+
+"A boy must be brave," said the manito, "and I will not have a coward
+among my Indians. You are too timid ever to be a warrior, and so you
+shall be a bird. Whenever Indian boys look at you, they will say, 'There
+is the boy who was afraid of Hoots.'"
+
+The boy's cloak of deerskin fell off, and feathers came out all over his
+body. His feet were no longer like a boy's feet, they were like the feet
+of a bird. His bow and arrows fell upon the grass, for he had no longer
+any hands with which to hold them. He tried to call to his mother, but
+the only sound he could make was "Hoo, hoo!"
+
+"Now you are a dove," said the manito, "and a dove you shall be as long
+as you live. You shall always be known as the most timid of birds."
+
+Again the dove that had once been a boy tried to call, but he only said,
+"Hoo, hoo!"
+
+"That is the only sound you will ever make," said the manito, "and when
+the other boys hear it, they will say, 'Listen! He was afraid of Hoots,
+the bear, and that is why he says Hoo, hoo!'"
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE PARROT REPEATS THE WORDS OF MEN.
+
+
+In the olden times when the earth was young, all the birds knew the
+language of men and could talk with them. Everybody liked the parrot,
+because he always told things as they were, and they called him the bird
+that tells the truth.
+
+This bird that always told the truth lived with a man who was a thief,
+and one night the man killed another man's ox and hid its flesh.
+
+When the other man came to look for it in the morning, he asked the
+thief, "Have you seen my ox?"
+
+"No, I have not seen it," said the man.
+
+"Is that the truth?" the owner asked.
+
+"Yes, it is. I have not seen the ox," repeated the man.
+
+"Ask the parrot," said one of the villagers. "He always tells the
+truth."
+
+"O bird of truth," said they to the parrot, "did this man kill an ox and
+hide its flesh?"
+
+"Yes, he did," answered the parrot.
+
+The thief knew well that the villagers would punish him the next day, if
+he could not make them think that the parrot did not always tell the
+truth.
+
+"I have it," he said to himself at last. "I know what I can do."
+
+When night came he put a great jar over the parrot. Then he poured water
+upon the jar and struck it many times with a tough piece of oak. This he
+did half the night. Then he went to bed and was soon fast asleep.
+
+In the morning the men came to punish him.
+
+"How do you know that I killed the ox?" he asked.
+
+"Because the bird of truth says that you did," they answered.
+
+"The bird of truth!" he cried. "That parrot is no bird of truth. He will
+not tell the truth even about what happened last night. Ask him if the
+moon was shining."
+
+"Did the moon shine last night?" the men asked.
+
+"No," answered the parrot. "There was no moon, for the rain fell, and
+there was a great storm in the heavens. I heard the thunder half the
+night."
+
+"This bird has always told the truth before," said the villagers, "but
+there was no storm last night and the moon was bright. What shall we do
+to punish the parrot?" they asked the thief.
+
+"I think we will no longer let him live in our homes," answered the
+thief.
+
+"Yes," said the others, "he must fly away to the forest, and even when
+there is a storm, he can no longer come to our homes, because we know
+now that he is a bird of a lying tongue."
+
+[Illustration: "THIS BIRD HAS ALWAYS TOLD THE TRUTH"]
+
+So the parrot flew away sorrowfully into the lonely forest. He met a
+mocking-bird and told him what had happened.
+
+"Why did you not repeat men's words as I do?" asked the mocking-bird.
+"Men always think their own words are good."
+
+"But the man's words were not true," said the parrot.
+
+"That is nothing," replied the mocking-bird, laughing. "Say what they
+say, and they will think you are a wonderful bird."
+
+"Yes, I see," said the parrot thoughtfully, "and I will never again be
+punished for telling the truth. I will only repeat the words of others."
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST MOCKING-BIRD.
+
+
+Far away in the forest there once lived the most cruel man on all the
+earth. He did not like the Indians, and he said to himself, "Some day I
+will be ruler of them all." Then he thought, "There are many brave
+warriors among the Indians, and I must first put them to death."
+
+He was cunning as well as cruel, and he soon found a way to kill the
+warriors. He built some wigwams and made fires before them as if people
+lived in each one.
+
+One day a hunter on his way home heard a baby crying in one of the
+wigwams. He went in, but he never came out again. Another day a hunter
+heard a child laughing. He went in, but he never came out again. So it
+was day after day. One hunter heard a woman talking, and went to see who
+it was; another heard a man calling to people in the other wigwams, and
+went to see who they were; and no one who once went into a wigwam ever
+came out.
+
+One young brave had heard the voices, but he feared there was magic
+about them, and so he had never gone into the wigwams; but when he saw
+that his friends did not come back, he went to the wigwams and called,
+"Where are all the people that I have heard talk and laugh?"
+
+"Talk and laugh," said the cunning man mockingly.
+
+"Where are they? Do you know?" cried the brave, and the cunning man
+called, "Do you know?" and laughed.
+
+"Whose voices have I heard?"
+
+"Have I heard?" mocked the cunning man.
+
+"I heard a baby cry."
+
+"Cry," said the cunning man.
+
+"Who is with you?"
+
+"You."
+
+Then the young brave was angry. He ran into the first wigwam, and there
+he found the man who had cried like a baby and talked in a voice like a
+woman's and made all the other sounds. The brave caught him by the leg
+and threw him down upon the earth.
+
+"It was you who cried and talked and laughed," he said. "I heard your
+voice and now you are going to be punished for killing our braves. Where
+is my brother, and where are our friends?"
+
+"How do I know?" cried the man. "Ask the sun or the moon or the fire if
+you will, but do not ask me;" and all the time he was trying to pull the
+young brave into the flames.
+
+"I will ask the fire," said the brave. "Fire, you are a good friend to
+us Indians. What has this cruel man done with our warriors?"
+
+The fire had no voice, so it could not answer, but it sprang as far away
+from the hunter as it could, and there where the flames had been he saw
+two stone arrowheads.
+
+"I know who owned the two arrowheads," said the brave. "You have thrown
+my friends into your fire. Now I will do to you what you have done to
+them."
+
+He threw the cunning man into the fire. His head burst into two pieces,
+and from between them a bird flew forth. Its voice was loud and clear,
+but it had no song of its own. It could only mock the songs of other
+birds, and that is why it is called the mocking-bird.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE TAIL OF THE FOX HAS A WHITE TIP.
+
+
+"I must have a boy to watch my sheep and my cows," thought an old woman,
+and so she went out to look for a boy. She looked first in the fields
+and then in the forest, but nowhere could she find a boy. As she was
+walking down the path to her home, she met a bear.
+
+"Where are you going?" asked the bear.
+
+"I am looking for a boy to watch my cows and my sheep," she answered.
+
+"Will you have me?"
+
+"Yes, if you know how to call my animals gently."
+
+"Ugh, ugh," called the bear. He tried to call softly, but he had always
+growled before, and now he could do nothing but growl.
+
+"No, no," said the old woman, "your voice is too loud. Every cow in the
+field would run, and every sheep would hide, if you should growl like
+that. I will not have you."
+
+Then the old woman went on till she met a wolf.
+
+"Where are you going, grandmother?" he asked.
+
+"I am looking for a boy to watch my cows and my sheep," she answered.
+
+"Will you have me?" asked the wolf.
+
+"Yes," she said, "if you know how to call my animals gently."
+
+"Ho-y, ho-y," called the wolf.
+
+"Your voice is too high," said the old woman. "My cows and my sheep
+would tremble whenever they heard it. I will not have you."
+
+Then the old woman went on till she met a fox.
+
+"I am so glad to meet you," said the fox. "Where are you going this
+bright morning?"
+
+"I am going home now," she said, "for I cannot find a boy to watch my
+cows and my sheep. The bear growls and the wolf calls in too high a
+voice. I do not know what I can do, for I am too old to watch cows and
+sheep."
+
+"Oh, no," said the cunning fox, "you are not old, but any one as
+beautiful as you must not watch sheep in the fields. I shall be very
+glad to do the work for you if you will let me."
+
+"I know that my sheep will like you," said she.
+
+"And I know that I shall like them dearly," said the fox.
+
+"Can you call them gently, Mr. Fox?" she asked.
+
+"Del-dal-halow, del-dal-halow," called the fox, in so gentle a voice
+that it was like a whisper.
+
+"That is good, Mr. Fox," said the old woman. "Come home with me, and I
+will take you to the fields where my animals go."
+
+Each day one of the cows or one of the sheep was gone when the fox came
+home at night. "Mr. Fox, where is my cow?" the old woman would ask, or,
+"Mr. Fox, where is my sheep?" and the fox would answer with a sorrowful
+look, "The bear came out of the woods, and he has eaten it," or, "The
+wolf came running through the fields, and he has eaten it."
+
+The old woman was sorry to lose her sheep and her cows, but she thought,
+"Mr. Fox must be even more sorry than I. I will go out to the field and
+carry him a drink of cream."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+She went to the field, and there stood the fox with the body of a sheep,
+for it was he who had killed and eaten every one that was gone. When he
+saw the old woman coming, he started to run away.
+
+"You cruel, cunning fox!" she cried.
+
+She had nothing to throw at him but the cream, so she threw that. It
+struck the tip of his tail, and from that day to this, the tip of the
+fox's tail has been as white as cream.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST FROG.
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a man who had two children, a boy and a girl,
+whom he treated cruelly. The boy and the girl talked together one day,
+and the boy, Wah-wah-hoo, said to his sister, "Dear little sister, are
+you happy with our father?"
+
+"No," answered the girl, whose name was Hah-hah. "He scolds me and beats
+me, and I can never please him."
+
+"He was angry with me this morning," said the boy, "and he beat me till
+the blood came. See there!"
+
+"Let us run away," said Hah-hah. "The beasts and the birds will be good
+to us. They really love us, and we can be very happy together."
+
+That night the two children ran away from their cruel father. They went
+far into the forest, and at last they found a wigwam in which no one
+lived.
+
+When the father found that Wah-wah-hoo and his sister were gone, he was
+very unhappy. He went out into the forest to see if he could find them.
+"If they would only come again," he said aloud, "I would do everything I
+could to please them."
+
+"Do you think he tells the truth?" asked the wolf.
+
+"I do not know," answered the mosquito. "He never treated them well when
+they were with him."
+
+"Wolf," called the father, "will you tell me where my children are?"
+
+Wah-wah-hoo had once told the wolf when a man was coming to shoot him,
+and so the wolf would not tell where they were.
+
+"Mosquito," said the father, "where are my children?"
+
+Hah-hah had once helped the mosquito to go home when the wind was too
+strong for him, and so the mosquito would not tell.
+
+For a long time Wah-wah-hoo and his sister were really happy in the
+forest, for there was no one to scold them and to beat them, but at last
+there was a cold, cold winter. All the earth was covered with snow. The
+animals had gone, and Wah-wah-hoo could find no food. Death came and
+bore away the gentle Hah-hah. Wah-wah-hoo sat alone in the gloomy wigwam
+wailing for his sister. Then in his sadness he threw himself down from a
+high mountain and was killed.
+
+All this time the father had been looking for his children, and at last
+he saw his son lying at the foot of the mountain. Then he too wailed and
+cried aloud, for he was really sorry that he had treated them so
+cruelly. He was a magician, and he could make his son live, but he could
+not make him a boy again.
+
+"You shall be a frog," said he, "and you shall make your home in the
+marsh with the reeds and the rushes. There you shall wail as loud as you
+will for your sister, and once every moon I will come and wail for her
+with you. I was cruel to you and to her, and so I must live alone in my
+gloomy wigwam."
+
+Every summer night one can hear the frog in the marsh wailing for his
+dear sister Hah-hah. Sometimes a louder voice is heard, and that is the
+voice of the father wailing because he was so cruel.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE RABBIT IS TIMID.
+
+
+One night the moon looked down from the sky upon the people on the earth
+and said to herself, "How sorrowful they look! I wish I knew what
+troubles them. The stars and I are never sad, and I do not see why men
+should be troubled." She listened closely, and she heard the people say,
+"How happy we should be if death never came to us. Death is always
+before us."
+
+The path of the moon lies across the sky, and she could not leave it to
+go to the earth, but she called the white rabbit and said, "Rabbit,
+should you be afraid to go down to the earth?"
+
+"No," answered the rabbit, "I am not afraid."
+
+"The people on the earth are troubled because death is before them. Now
+will you go to them and whisper, 'The moon dies every night. You can see
+it go down into the darkness, but when another night comes, then the
+moon rises again,'--can you remember to tell them that?"
+
+"Yes," said the rabbit, "I will remember."
+
+"Say this," said the moon: "'The moon dies, but the moon rises again,
+and so will you.'"
+
+The rabbit was so glad to go to the earth that he danced and leaped and
+sprang and frolicked, but when he tried to tell the people what the moon
+had said, he could not remember, and he said, "The moon says that she
+dies and will not rise again, and so you will die and will not rise
+again."
+
+The moon saw that the people were still troubled, and she called the
+rabbit and asked what he had said to them.
+
+"I said that as you die and do not rise, so they too will die and not
+rise," said the rabbit.
+
+"You did not try to remember, and you must be punished," said the moon,
+and she fired an arrow tipped with flint at the rabbit.
+
+The arrow struck the rabbit's lip and split it. From that time every
+rabbit has had a split lip. The rabbit was afraid of the moon, and he
+was afraid of the people on the earth. He had been brave before, but now
+he is the most timid of animals, for he is afraid of everything and
+everybody.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE PEETWEET CRIES FOR RAIN.
+
+
+"Come to me, every bird that flies," said the Great Father. "There is
+work to be done that only my birds can do."
+
+The birds were happy that they could do something to please the Great
+Father, for they remembered how good he had always been to them. They
+flew to him eagerly to ask what they should do for him. "O Great
+Father," they sang all together, "tell us what we can do for you."
+
+"The waters that I have made know not where to go," said the Father.
+"Some should go to the seas, some should go to the lakes in the hollows
+among the mountains, and some should make rivers that will dance over
+the rocks and through the fields on their way to the sea."
+
+"And can even as small a bird as I show them where to go?" asked the
+sparrow eagerly.
+
+"Yes," said the Father, "even my little humming-bird can help me."
+
+Every bird that flies had come to the Father, but the peetweet had come
+last because he was lazy.
+
+"I do not really wish to fly all over the earth," said he, "to show the
+waters where to go."
+
+"Oh, I wish I were a bird," said a butterfly. "I should be so glad to do
+something for the Father."
+
+But the peetweet went on, "I should think the lakes could find their way
+into the hollows of the mountains by themselves."
+
+The Father heard the lazy peetweet, and he said, "Do you not wish to
+show the waters where to go?"
+
+"They never showed me where to go," said the lazy bird. "I am not
+thirsty. Let whoever is thirsty and needs the water help the lakes and
+rivers."
+
+The other birds all stood still in wonder. "He will be punished," they
+whispered.
+
+"Yes, he must be punished," said the Father sadly. Then said he to the
+lazy peetweet, "Never again shall you drink of the water that is in
+river or lake. When you are thirsty, you must look for a hollow in the
+rock where the rain has fallen, and there only shall you drink."
+
+That is why the peetweet flies over river and lake, but ever cries
+eagerly, "Peet-weet, peet-weet!" for that is his word for "Rain, rain!"
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE BEAR HAS A SHORT TAIL.
+
+
+One cold morning when the fox was coming up the road with some fish, he
+met the bear.
+
+"Good-morning, Mr. Fox," said the bear.
+
+"Good-morning, Mr. Bear," said the fox. "The morning is brighter because
+I have met you."
+
+"Those are very good fish, Mr. Fox," said the bear. "I have not eaten
+such fish for many a day. Where do you find them?"
+
+"I have been fishing, Mr. Bear," answered the fox.
+
+"If I could catch such fish as those, I should like to go fishing, but I
+do not know how to fish."
+
+"It would be very easy for you to learn, Mr. Bear," said the fox. "You
+are so big and strong that you can do anything."
+
+"Will you teach me, Mr. Fox?" asked the bear.
+
+"I would not tell everybody, but you are such a good friend that I will
+teach you. Come to this pond, and I will show you how to fish through
+the ice."
+
+So the fox and the bear went to the frozen pond, and the fox showed the
+bear how to make a hole in the ice.
+
+"That is easy for you," said the fox, "but many an animal could not have
+made that hole. Now comes the secret. You must put your tail down into
+the water and keep it there. That is not easy, and not every animal
+could do it, for the water is very cold; but you are a learned animal,
+Mr. Bear, and you know that the secret of catching fish is to keep your
+tail in the water a long time. Then when you pull it up, you will pull
+with it as many fish as I have."
+
+The bear put his tail down into the water, and the fox went away. The
+sun rose high in the heavens, and still the bear sat with his tail
+through the hole in the ice. Sunset came, but still the bear sat with
+his tail through the hole in the ice, for he thought, "When an animal is
+really learned, he will not fear a little cold."
+
+It began to be dark, and the bear said, "Now I will pull the fish out of
+the water. How good they will be!" He pulled and pulled, but not a fish
+came out. Worse than that, not all of his tail came out, for the end of
+it was frozen fast to the ice.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He went slowly down the road, growling angrily, "I wish I could find
+that fox;" but the cunning fox was curled up in his warm nest, and
+whenever he thought of the bear he laughed.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE WREN FLIES CLOSE TO THE EARTH.
+
+
+One day when the birds were all together, one of them said, "I have been
+watching men, and I saw that they had a king. Let us too have a king."
+
+"Why?" asked the others.
+
+"Oh, I do not know, but men have one."
+
+"Which bird shall it be? How shall we choose a king?"
+
+"Let us choose the bird that flies farthest," said one.
+
+"No, the bird that flies most swiftly."
+
+"The most beautiful bird."
+
+"The bird that sings best."
+
+"The strongest bird."
+
+The owl sat a little way off on a great oak-tree. He said nothing, but
+he looked so wise that all the birds cried, "Let us ask the owl to
+choose for us."
+
+"The bird that flies highest should be our king," said the owl with a
+wiser look than before, and the others said, "Yes, we will choose the
+bird that flies highest."
+
+The wren is very small, but she cried even more eagerly than the others,
+"Let us choose the bird that flies highest," for she said to herself,
+"They think the owl is wise, but I am wiser than he, and I know which
+bird can fly highest."
+
+Then the birds tried their wings. They flew high, high up above the
+earth, but one by one they had to come back to their homes. It was soon
+seen which could fly highest, for when all the others had come back,
+there was the eagle rising higher and higher.
+
+"The eagle is our king," cried the birds on the earth, and the eagle
+gave a loud cry of happiness. But look! A little bird had been hidden in
+the feathers on the eagle's back, and when the eagle had gone as high as
+he could, the wren flew up from his back still higher.
+
+"Now which bird is king?" cried the wren. "The one that flew highest
+should be king, and I flew highest."
+
+The eagle was angry, but not a word did he say, and the two birds came
+down to the earth together.
+
+"I am the king," said the wren, "for I flew higher than the eagle." The
+other birds did not know which of the two to choose. At last they went
+to the oak-tree and asked the owl. He looked to the east, the west, the
+south, and the north, and then he said, "The wren did not fly at all,
+for she was carried on the eagle's back. The eagle is king, for he not
+only flew highest, but carried the wren on his back."
+
+"Good, good!" cried the other birds. "The owl is the wisest bird that
+flies. We will do as he says, and the eagle shall be our king." The wren
+crept away. She thought she was wise before, but now she is really wise,
+for she always flies close to the earth, and never tries to do what she
+cannot.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE HOOFS OF THE DEER ARE SPLIT.
+
+
+The manito of the Indians taught them how to do many things. He told
+them how to build wigwams, and how to hunt and to fish. He showed them
+how to make jars in which to keep food and water. When little children
+came to be with them, it was the manito who said, "See, this is the way
+to make soft, warm cradles for the babies."
+
+The good spirit often comes down from his happy home in the sky to watch
+the Indians at their work. When each man does as well as he can, the
+manito is pleased, but if an Indian is lazy or wicked, the spirit is
+angry, and the Indian is always punished in one way or another.
+
+One day when the manito was walking in the forest, he said to himself,
+"Everything is good and happy. The green leaves are whispering merrily
+together, the waves are lapping on the shore and laughing, the squirrels
+are chattering and laying up their food for winter. Everything loves
+me, and the colors of the flowers are brighter when I lay my hand upon
+them."
+
+Then the manito heard a strange sound. "I have not often heard that,"
+said he. "I do not like it. Some one in the forest has wicked thoughts
+in his heart."
+
+Beside a great rock he saw a man with a knife.
+
+"What are you doing with the knife?" asked the manito.
+
+"I am throwing it away," answered the man.
+
+"Tell me the truth," said the manito.
+
+"I am sharpening it," replied the man.
+
+"That is strange," said the manito, "You have food in your wigwam. Why
+should you sharpen a knife?"
+
+The man could not help telling the truth to the manito, and so he
+answered, but greatly against his will, "I am sharpening the knife to
+kill the wicked animals."
+
+"Which animal is wicked?" asked the manito. "Which one does you harm?"
+
+[Illustration: THE KNIFE ONLY WENT IN DEEPER]
+
+"Not one does me harm," said the man, "but I do not like them. I will
+make them afraid of me, and I will kill them."
+
+"You are a cruel, wicked man," said the manito. "The animals have done
+you no harm, and you do not need them for food. You shall no longer be a
+man. You shall be a deer, and be afraid of every man in the forest."
+
+The knife fell from the man's hand and struck his foot. He leaped and
+stamped, but the knife only went in deeper. He cried aloud, but his
+voice sounded strange. His hands were no longer hands, but feet. Antlers
+grew from his head, and his whole body was not that of a man, but that
+of a deer. He runs in the forest as he will, but whenever he sees a man,
+he is afraid. His hoofs are split because the knife that he had made so
+sharp fell upon his foot when he was a man; and whenever he looks at
+them, he has to remember that it was his own wickedness which made him a
+deer.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST GRASSHOPPER.
+
+
+In a country that is far away there once lived a young man called
+Tithonus. He was strong and beautiful. Light of heart and light of foot,
+he hunted the deer or danced and sang the livelong day. Every one who
+saw him loved him, but the one that loved him most was a goddess named
+Aurora.
+
+Every goddess had her own work, but the work of Aurora was most
+beautiful of all, for she was the goddess of the morning. It was she who
+went out to meet the sun and to light up his pathway. She watched over
+the flowers, and whenever they saw her coming, their colors grew
+brighter. She loved everything beautiful, and that is why she loved
+Tithonus.
+
+"Many a year have I roamed through this country," she said to herself,
+"but never have I seen such bright blue eyes as those. O fairest of
+youths," she cried, "who are you? Some name should be yours that sounds
+like the wind in the pine trees, or like the song of a bird among the
+first blossoms."
+
+The young man fell upon his knees before her. "I know well," said he,
+"that you are no maiden of the earth. You are a goddess come down to us
+from the skies. I am but a hunter, and I roam through the forest looking
+for deer."
+
+"Come with me, fairest of hunters," said Aurora. "Come with me to the
+home of my father. You shall live among my brothers and hunt with them,
+or go with me at the first brightness of the morning to carry light and
+gladness to the flowers."
+
+So it was that Tithonus went away from his own country and his own home
+to live in the home of Aurora.
+
+For a long time they were happy together, but one day Aurora said,
+"Tithonus, I am a goddess, and so I am immortal, but some day death will
+bear you away from me. I will ask the father of the gods that you too
+may be immortal."
+
+Then Aurora went to the king of the gods and begged that he would make
+Tithonus immortal.
+
+"Sometimes people are not pleased even when I have given them what they
+ask," replied the king, "so think well before you speak."
+
+"I have only one wish," said Aurora, "and it is that Tithonus, the
+fairest of youths, shall be immortal."
+
+"You have your wish," said the king of the gods, and again Tithonus and
+Aurora roamed happily together through forest and field.
+
+One day Tithonus asked, "My Aurora, why is it that I cannot look
+straight into your eyes as once I did?" Another day he said, "My Aurora,
+why is it that I cannot put my hand in yours as once I did?"
+
+Then the goddess wept sorrowfully. "The king of the gods gave me what I
+asked for," she wailed, "and I begged that you should be immortal. I did
+not remember to ask that you should be always young."
+
+Everyday Tithonus grew older and smaller. "I am no longer happy in your
+father's home," he said, "with your brothers who are as beautiful and as
+strong as I was when I first saw you. Let me go back to my own country.
+Let me be a bird or an insect and live in the fields where we first
+roamed together. Let me go, dearest goddess."
+
+"You shall do as you will," replied Aurora sadly. "You shall be a
+grasshopper, and whenever I hear the grasshopper's clear, merry song, I
+shall remember the happy days when we were together."
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE ORIOLE.
+
+
+The king of the north once said to himself, "I am master of the country
+of ice and snow, but what is that if I cannot be ruler of the land of
+sunshine and flowers? I am no king if I fear the king of the south. The
+northwind shall bear my icy breath. Bird and beast shall quiver and
+tremble with cold. I myself will call in the voice of the thunder, and
+this ruler of the south, his king of summer, shall yield to my power."
+
+The land of the south was ever bright and sunny, but all at once the sky
+grew dark, and the sun hid himself in fear. Black storm-clouds came from
+the north. An icy wind blew over the mountains. It wrestled with the
+trees of the southland, and even the oaks could not stand against its
+power. Their roots were tough and strong, but they had to yield, and the
+fallen trees lay on the earth and wailed in sorrow as the cruel
+storm-wind and rain beat upon them. The thunder growled in the hollows
+of the mountains, and in the fearful gloom came the white fire of the
+forked lightning, flaring through the clouds.
+
+"We shall perish," cried the animals of the sunny south. "The arrows of
+the lightning are aimed at us. O dear ruler of the southland, must we
+yield to the cruel master of the north?"
+
+"My king," said a little buzzing voice, "may I go out and fight the
+wicked master of the storm-wind?"
+
+The thunder was still for a moment, and a mocking laugh was heard from
+among the clouds, for it was a little hornet that had asked to go out
+and meet the power of the ruler of the north.
+
+"Dear king, may I go?" repeated the hornet.
+
+"Yes, you may go," said the king of the south, and the little insect
+went out alone, and bravely stung the master of the storm-wind.
+
+The king of the north struck at him with a war-club, but the hornet only
+flew above his head and stung him again. The hornet was too small to be
+struck by the arrows of the lightning. He stung again and again, and at
+last the king of the north went back to his own country, and drove
+before him the thunder and lightning and rain and the black storm-clouds
+and the icy wind.
+
+"Brave little hornet," said the king of the south, "tell me what I can
+do for you. You shall have whatever you ask."
+
+Then said the little hornet, "My king, on all the earth no one loves me.
+I do not wish to harm people, but they fear my sting, and they will not
+let me live beside their homes. Will you make men love me?"
+
+"Little hornet," said the king gently, "you shall no longer be a
+stinging insect feared by men. You shall be a bright and happy oriole,
+and when men see you, they will say, 'See the beautiful oriole. I shall
+be glad if he will build his nest on our trees.'"
+
+So the hornet is now an oriole, a bird that is loved by every one. His
+nest looks like that of a hornet because he learned how to build his
+home before he became an oriole.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE PEACOCK'S TAIL HAS A HUNDRED EYES.
+
+
+Juno, queen of the gods, had the fairest cow that any one ever saw. She
+was creamy white, and her eyes were of as soft and bright a blue as
+those of any maiden in the world. Juno and the king of the gods often
+played tricks on each other, and Juno knew well that the king would try
+to get her cow. There was a watchman named Argus, and one would think
+that he could see all that was going on in the world, for he had a
+hundred eyes, and no one had ever seen them all asleep at once, so Queen
+Juno gave to Argus the work of watching the white cow.
+
+The king of the gods knew what she had done, and he laughed to himself
+and said, "I will play a trick on Juno, and I will have the white cow."
+He sent for Mercury and whispered in his ear, "Mercury, go to the green
+field where Argus watches the cream-white cow and get her for me."
+
+Mercury was always happy when he could play a trick on any one, and he
+set out gladly for the field where Argus watched the cream-white cow
+with every one of his hundred eyes.
+
+Now Mercury could tell merry stories of all that was done in the world.
+He could sing, too, and the music of his voice had lulled many a god to
+sleep. Argus knew that, but he had been alone a long time, and he
+thought, "What harm is there in listening to his merry chatter? I have a
+hundred eyes, and even if half of them were asleep, the others could
+easily keep watch of one cow." So he gladly hailed Mercury and said, "I
+have been alone in this field a long, long time, but you have roamed
+about as you would. Will you not sing to me, and tell me what has
+happened in the world? You would be glad to hear stories and music if
+you had nothing to do but watch a cow, even if it was the cow of a
+queen."
+
+So Mercury sang and told stories. Some of the songs were merry, and some
+were sad. The watchman closed one eye, then another and another, but
+there were two eyes that would not close for all the sad songs and all
+the merry ones. Then Mercury drew forth a hollow reed that he had
+brought from the river and began to play on it. It was a magic reed, and
+as he played, one could hear the water rippling gently on the shore and
+the breath of the wind in the pine-trees; one could see the lilies
+bending their heads as the dusk came on, and the stars twinkling softly
+in the summer sky.
+
+It is no wonder that Argus closed one eye and then the other. Every one
+of his hundred eyes was fast asleep, and Mercury went away to the king
+of the gods with the cream-white cow.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Juno had so often played tricks on the king that he was happy because he
+had played this one on her, but Juno was angry, and she said to Argus,
+"You are a strange watchman. You have a hundred eyes, and you could not
+keep even one of them from falling asleep. My peacock is wiser than you,
+for he knows when any one is looking at him. I will put every one of
+your eyes in the tail of the peacock." And to-day, whoever looks at the
+peacock can count in his tail the hundred eyes that once belonged to
+Argus.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE BEES AND THE FLIES.
+
+
+There were once two tribes of little people who lived near together.
+They were not at all alike, for one of the tribes looked for food and
+carried it away to put it up safely for winter, while the other played
+and sang and danced all day long.
+
+"Come and play with us," said the lazy people, but the busy workers
+answered, "No, come and work with us. Winter will soon be here. Snow and
+ice will be everywhere, and if we do not put up food now we shall have
+none for the cold, stormy days."
+
+So the busy people brought honey from the flowers, but the lazy people
+kept on playing. They laughed together and whispered to one another,
+"See those busy workers! They will have food for two tribes, and they
+will give us some. Let us go and dance."
+
+While the summer lasted, one tribe worked and the other played. When
+winter came, the busy workers were sorry for their friends and said,
+"Let us give them some of our honey." So the people who played had as
+much food as if they, too, had brought honey from the flowers.
+
+Another summer was coming, and the workers said, "If we should make our
+home near the lilies that give us honey, it would be easier to get our
+food." So the workers flew away, but the lazy people played and danced
+as they had done before while their friends were near, for they thought,
+"Oh, they will come back and bring us some honey."
+
+By and by the cold came, but the lazy people had nothing to eat, and the
+workers did not come with food. The manito had said to them, "Dear
+little workers, you shall no longer walk from flower to flower. I will
+give you wings, and you shall be bees. Whenever men hear a gentle
+humming, they will say, 'Those are the busy bees, and their wings were
+given them because they were wise and good.'"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+To the other tribe the manito said, "You shall be flies, and you, too,
+shall have wings; but while the workers fly from flower to flower and
+eat the yellow honey, you shall have for your food only what has been
+thrown away. When men hear your buzzing, they will say, 'It is good that
+the flies have wings, because we can drive them away from us the more
+quickly.'"
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST MOLES.
+
+
+A rich man and a poor man once owned a field together. The rich man
+owned the northern half, and the poor man owned the southern half. Each
+man sowed his ground with seed. The warm days came, the gentle rain
+fell, and the seed in the poor man's half of the field sprang up and put
+forth leaves. The seed in the rich man's half all died in the ground.
+
+The rich man was selfish and wicked. He said, "The southern half of the
+field is mine," but the poor man replied, "No, the southern half is
+mine, for that is where I sowed my seed."
+
+The rich man had a son who was as wicked as himself. This boy whispered,
+"Father, tell him to come in the morning. I know how we can keep the
+land." So the rich man said, "Come in the morning, and we shall soon see
+whose land this is."
+
+At night the rich man and his son pulled up some bushes that grew beside
+the field, and the son hid in the hole where their roots had been.
+
+Morning came, and many people went to the field with the rich man. The
+poor man was sorrowful, for he feared that he would lose his ground.
+
+"Now we shall see," said the rich man boastfully, and he called aloud,
+"Whose ground is this?"
+
+"This is the ground of the rich man," answered a voice from the hole.
+
+"How shall I ever get food for my children!" cried the poor man.
+
+Then another voice was heard. It was that of the spirit of the fields,
+and it said, "The southern half of the field is the poor man's, and the
+northern half shall be his too."
+
+The rich man would have run away, but the voice called, "Wait. Look
+where the bushes once stood. The boy in the hole and his wicked father
+shall hide in the darkness as long as they live, and never again shall
+they see the light of the sun."
+
+This is the story of the first moles, and this is why the mole never
+comes to the light of day.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST ANTS.
+
+
+"This jar is full of smoked flesh," said one voice.
+
+"This has fish, this is full of honey, and that one is almost running
+over with oil," said another voice. "We shall have all that we need to
+eat for many days to come."
+
+These are the words that a villager coming home from his work heard his
+mother and his sister say.
+
+"They have often played tricks on me," he said to himself, "and now I
+will play one on them." So he went into the house and said, "Mother, I
+have found that I have a wonderful sense of smell, and by its help I can
+find whatever is hidden away."
+
+"That is a marvelous story," cried the sister.
+
+"If you can tell me what is in these jars," said his mother, "I shall
+think you are really a magician. What is it now?"
+
+"This is flesh, this fish, this honey, and this jar is full of oil,"
+said the man.
+
+"I never heard of such a marvel in all my life," cried the mother; and
+in the morning she called her friends and said, "Only think what a
+wonderful sense of smell my son has! He told me what was in these jars
+when they were closed."
+
+It was not long before the people all through the country heard of the
+wonderful man, and one day word came that the king wished to see him at
+once.
+
+The man was afraid, for he did not know what would happen to him, and he
+was still more afraid when the king said, "A pearl is lost that I had in
+my hand last night. They say you can find things that are lost. Find my
+pearl, or your head will he lost."
+
+The poor man went out into the forest. "Oh, how I wish I had not tried
+to play tricks," he wailed. "Then this sharp sorrow, this dire trouble,
+would not have come upon me."
+
+"Please, please do not tell the king," said two voices in the shadow of
+the trees.
+
+"Who are you?" asked the man.
+
+"Oh, you must know us well," said a man coming out into the light. "My
+name is Sharp, and that man behind the tree is named Dire, but please do
+not tell the king. We will give you the pearl; here it is. You called
+our names, and we saw that you knew us. Oh, I wish I had not been a
+thief!"
+
+The man gave the pearl to the king, and went home wishing that no one
+would ever talk to him again of his sense of smell.
+
+In three days word came from the queen that he must come to her at once.
+She thought his power was only a trick, and to catch him she had put a
+cat into a bag and the bag into a box.
+
+When the man came, she asked sharply, "What is in this box? Tell me the
+truth, or off will go your head."
+
+[Illustration: A WONDERFUL SENSE OF SMELL]
+
+"What shall I do?" thought the man, "Dire death is upon me." He did not
+remember that he was before the queen, and he repeated half aloud an old
+saying, "The bagged cat soon dies."
+
+"What is that?" cried the queen.
+
+"The bagged cat soon dies," repeated the man in great terror.
+
+"You are a marvelous man," said the queen. "There is really a bag in the
+box and a cat in the bag, but no one besides myself knew it."
+
+"He is not a man; he is a god," cried the people, "and he must be in the
+sky and live among the gods;" so they threw him up to the sky. His hand
+was full of earth, and when the earth fell back, it was no longer earth,
+but a handful of ants. Ants have a wonderful sense of smell, and it is
+because they fell from the hand of this man who was thrown up into the
+sky to live among the gods.
+
+
+
+
+THE FACE OF THE MANITO.
+
+
+Many years ago the manito of the Indians lived in the sun. Every morning
+the wise men of the tribe went to the top of a mountain, and as the sun
+rose in the east, they sang, "We praise thee, O sun! From thee come fire
+and light. Be good to us, be good to us."
+
+After the warm days of the summer had come, the sun was so bright that
+the Indians said to their wise men, "When you go to the mountain top,
+ask the manito to show us his face in a softer, gentler light."
+
+Then the wise men went to the mountain top, and this is what they said:
+"O great manito, we are but children before you, and we have no power to
+bear the brightness of your face. Look down upon us here on the earth
+with a gentler, softer light, that we may ever gaze upon you and show
+you all love and all honor."
+
+The bright sun moved slowly toward the south. The people were afraid
+that the manito was angry with them, but when the moon rose they were
+no longer sad, for from the moon the loving face of the manito was
+looking down upon them.
+
+Night after night the people gazed at the gentle face, but at last a
+night came when the moon was not seen in the sky. The wise men went
+sorrowfully to the mountain top. "O manito," they said, "we are never
+happy when we cannot gaze into your face. Will you not show it to your
+children?"
+
+The moon did not rise, and the people were sad, but when morning came,
+there was the loving face of the manito showing clearly in the rocks at
+the top of the mountain.
+
+Again they were happy, but when dark clouds hid the gentle face, the
+wise men went to the foot of the mountain and called sadly, "O manito,
+we can no longer see your face."
+
+The clouds grew darker and fell like a cloak over the mountain, the
+trees trembled in the wind, the forked lightning shot across the sky,
+and the thunder called aloud.
+
+"It is the anger of the manito," cried the people. "The heavens are
+falling," they whispered, and they hid their faces in fear.
+
+Morning came, the storm had gone, and the sky was clear. Tremblingly the
+people looked up toward the mountain top for the face of the manito. It
+was not there, but after they had long gazed in sorrow, a wise man
+cried, "There it is, where no cloud will hide it from us." In the storm
+the rocks had fallen from the mountain top. They were halfway down the
+mountain side, and in them could be seen the face of the manito.
+
+Then the people cried, "Praise to the good manito! His loving face will
+look down upon us from the mountain side forever-more."
+
+For a long time all went well, but at last trouble came, for they heard
+that a great tribe were on the war-path coming to kill them. "Help us,
+dear manito," they cried but there was no help. The warriors came nearer
+and nearer. Their war-cry was heard, "O manito," called the people,
+"help us, help us!" A voice from the mountain answered, "My children, be
+not afraid." The war-cry was still, and when the people looked, for the
+warriors, they were nowhere to be seen. The people gazed all around, and
+at last one of the wise men cried, "There they are, there they are!"
+
+They were at the foot of the mountain, but the people no longer feared
+them, for now they were not warriors but rocks. To keep from harm those
+whom he loved, the manito had made the warriors into stone. They stood
+at the foot of the mountain, and to-day, if you should go to that
+far-away country, you could see the rocks that were once warriors, and
+above them, halfway up the mountain side, you could see the face of the
+manito.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST DIAMONDS.
+
+
+The chief of an Indian tribe had two sons whom he loved very dearly.
+This chief was at war with another tribe, and one dark night two of his
+enemies crept softly through the trees till they came to where the two
+boys lay sound asleep. The warriors caught the younger boy up gently,
+and carried him far away from his home and his friends.
+
+When the chief woke, he cried, "Where is my son? My enemies have been
+here and have stolen him."
+
+All the Indians in the tribe started out in search of the boy. They
+roamed the forest through and through, but the stolen child could not be
+found.
+
+The chief mourned for his son, and when the time of his death drew near,
+he said to his wife, "Moneta, my tribe shall have no chief until my boy
+is found and taken from our enemies. Let our oldest son go forth in
+search of his brother, and until he has brought back the little one, do
+you rule my people."
+
+Moneta ruled the people wisely and kindly. When the older son was a man
+she said to him, "My son, go forth and search for your brother, whom I
+have mourned these many years. Every day I shall watch for you, and
+every night I shall build a fire on the mountain top."
+
+"Do not mourn, mother," said the young man. "You will not build the fire
+many nights on the mountain top, for I shall soon find my brother and
+bring him back to you."
+
+He went forth bravely, but he did not come back. His mother went every
+night to the mountain top, and when she was so old that she could no
+longer walk, the young men of the tribe bore her up the mountain side in
+their strong arms, so that with her own trembling hand she could light
+the fire.
+
+One night there was a great storm. Even the brave warriors were afraid,
+but Moneta had no fear, for out of the storm a gentle voice had come to
+her that said, "Moneta, your sons are coming home to you."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Once more I must build the fire on the mountain top," she cried. The
+young men trembled with fear, but they bore her to the top of the
+mountain.
+
+"Leave me here alone," she said. "I hear a voice. It is the voice of my
+son, and he is calling, 'Mother, mother.' Come to me, come, my boys."
+
+Coming slowly up the mountain in the storm was the older son. The
+younger had died on the road home, and he lay dead in the arms of his
+brother.
+
+In the morning the men of the tribe went to the mountain top in search
+of Moneta and her sons. They were nowhere to be seen, but where the
+tears of the lonely mother had fallen, there was a brightness that had
+never been seen before. The tears were shining in the sunlight as if
+each one of them was itself a little sun. Indeed, they were no longer
+tears, but diamonds.
+
+The dearest thing in all the world is the tear of mother-love, and that
+is why the tears were made into diamonds, the stones that are brightest
+and clearest of all the stones on the earth.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST PEARLS.
+
+
+There was once a man named Runoia, and when he walked along the pathways
+of the forest, the children would say shyly to one another, "Look, there
+is the man who always hears music."
+
+It was really true that wherever he went he could hear sweet music.
+There are some kinds of music that every one can hear, but Runoia heard
+sweet sounds where others heard nothing. When the lilies sang their
+evening song to the stars, he could hear it, and when the mother tree
+whispered "Good-night" to the little green leaves, he heard the music of
+her whisper, though other men heard not a sound.
+
+He was sorry for those other men, and he said to himself, "I will make a
+harp, and then even if they cannot hear all the kinds of music, they
+will hear the sweet voice of the harp."
+
+This must have been a magic harp, for if one else touched it, no sound
+was heard, but when Runoia touched the strings, the trees bent down
+their branches to listen, the little blossoms put their heads out shyly,
+and even the wind was hushed. All kinds of beasts and birds came about
+him as he played, and the sun and the moon stood still in the heavens to
+hear the wonderful music. All these beautiful things happened whenever
+Runoia touched the strings.
+
+Sometimes Runoia's music was sad. Then the sun and the moon hid their
+faces behind the clouds, the wind sang mournfully, and the lilies bent
+low their snow-white blossoms.
+
+One day Runoia roamed far away till he came to the shores of the great
+sea. The sun had set, darkness hid the sky and the water, not a star was
+to be seen. Not a sound was heard but the wailing of the sea. No friend
+was near. "I have no friends," he said. He laid his hand upon his harp,
+and of themselves the strings gave forth sweet sounds, at first softly
+and shyly. Then the sounds grew louder, and soon the world was full of
+music, such as even Runoia had never heard before, for it was the music
+of the gods. "It is really true," he said to himself softly. "My harp is
+giving me music to drive away my sadness."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He listened, and the harp played more and more sweetly. "He who has a
+harp has one true friend. He who loves music is loved by the gods," so
+the harp sang to him.
+
+Tears came into Runoia's eyes, but they were tears of happiness, not of
+sadness, for he was no longer lonely. A gentle voice called, "Runoia,
+come to the home of the gods."
+
+As darkness fell over the sea, Runoia's friends went to look for him. He
+was gone, but where he had stood listening happily to the music of the
+gods, there on the fair white sand was the harp, and all around it lay
+beautiful pearls, shining softly in the moonlight, for every tear of
+happiness was now a pearl.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST EMERALDS.
+
+
+In the days of long ago there was a time when there were no emeralds on
+the earth. Men knew where to find other precious stones. They could get
+pearls and diamonds, but no one had ever seen an emerald, because the
+emeralds were hidden away in the bed of the sea, far down below the
+waves.
+
+The king of India had many precious things, and he was always eager to
+get others. One day a stranger stood before his door, and when the king
+came out he cried, "O king, you have much that is precious. Do you wish
+to have the most beautiful thing in earth, air, or water?"
+
+"Yes, in truth," said the king. "What is it?"
+
+"It is a vase made of an emerald stone," answered the stranger.
+
+"And what is an emerald stone?" asked the king.
+
+"It is a stone that no one on earth has ever seen," said the stranger.
+"It is greener than the waves of the sea or the leaves of the forest."
+
+"Where is the wonderful vase?" cried the king eagerly.
+
+"Where the waves of the sea never roll," was the answer, but when the
+king was about to ask where that was, the stranger had gone.
+
+The king asked his three wise men where it was that the waves of the sea
+never rolled. One said, "In the forest;" another said, "On the
+mountain;" and the last said, "In the sea where the water is deepest."
+
+The king thought a long time about these answers of the wise men. At
+last he said: "If the emerald vase had been in the forest or on the
+mountain, it would have been found long before now. I think it is in the
+deepest water of the sea."
+
+This king of India was a great magician. He went to the sea, and there
+he sang many a magical song, for he said to himself, "I have no diver
+who can go to the bed of the sea, but often magic will do what a diver
+cannot."
+
+The king of the world under the water owned the beautiful vase, but when
+he heard the songs, he knew that he must give it up. "Take it," he said
+to the spirits that live in the deepest water. "Bear it to the king of
+India. The spirits of the air will try to take it from you, but see that
+it goes safely to the king whose magic has called it from the sea."
+
+The spirits of the sea rose from the waves bearing the precious vase.
+
+"It is ours, it is ours," cried the spirits of the air. "The king of
+India shall never have it." The spirits of the air and the spirits of
+the water fought together. "What a fearful storm!" cried the people on
+the earth. "See how the lightning shoots across the sky, and hear the
+thunder roll from mountain to mountain!" They hid themselves in terror,
+but it was no storm, it was only the spirits fighting for the emerald
+vase.
+
+One of the spirits of the air bore it at last far up above the top of
+the highest mountain. "It is mine," he cried. "Never," said a spirit of
+the water, and he caught it and threw it angrily against the rocky top
+of the mountain. It fell in hundreds of pieces.
+
+There was no vase like it in the east or the west, the north or the
+south, and so the king of India never had an emerald vase; but from the
+pieces of the vase that was thrown against the mountain came all the
+emeralds that are now on the earth.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE EVERGREEN TREES NEVER LOSE THEIR LEAVES.
+
+
+Winter was coming, and the birds had flown far to the south, where the
+air was warm and they could find berries to eat. One little bird had
+broken its wing and could not fly with the others. It was alone in the
+cold world of frost and snow. The forest looked warm, and it made its
+way to the trees as well as it could, to ask for help.
+
+First it came to a birch-tree. "Beautiful birch-tree," it said, "my wing
+is broken, and my friends have flown away. May I live among your
+branches till they come back to me?"
+
+"No, indeed," answered the birch-tree, drawing her fair green leaves
+away. "We of the great forest have our own birds to help. I can do
+nothing for you."
+
+"The birch is not very strong," said the little bird to itself, "and it
+might be that she could not hold me easily. I will ask the oak." So the
+bird said, "Great oak-tree, you are so strong, will you not let me live
+on your boughs till my friends come back in the springtime?"
+
+"In the springtime!" cried the oak. "That is a long way off. How do I
+know what you might do in all that time? Birds are always looking for
+something to eat, and you might even eat up some of my acorns."
+
+"It may be that the willow will be kind to me," thought the bird, and it
+said, "Gentle willow, my wing is broken, and I could not fly to the
+south with the other birds. May I live on your branches till the
+springtime?"
+
+The willow did not look gentle then, for she drew herself up proudly and
+said, "Indeed, I do not know you, and we willows never talk to people
+whom we do not know. Very likely there are trees somewhere that will
+take in strange birds. Leave me at once."
+
+The poor little bird did not know what to do. Its wing was not yet
+strong, but it began to fly away as well as it could. Before it had
+gone far, a voice was heard. "Little bird," it said, "where are you
+going?"
+
+"Indeed, I do not know," answered the bird sadly. "I am very cold."
+
+"Come right here, then," said the friendly spruce-tree, for it was her
+voice that had called. "You shall live on my warmest branch all winter
+if you choose."
+
+"Will you really let me?" asked the little bird eagerly.
+
+"Indeed, I will," answered the kind-hearted spruce-tree. "If your
+friends have flown away, it is time for the trees to help you. Here is
+the branch where my leaves are thickest and softest."
+
+"My branches are not very thick," said the friendly pine-tree, "but I am
+big and strong, and I can keep the north wind from you and the spruce."
+
+"I can help too," said a little juniper-tree. "I can give you berries
+all winter long, and every bird knows that juniper berries are good."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So the spruce gave the lonely little bird a home, the pine kept the cold
+north wind away from it, and the juniper gave it berries to eat.
+
+The other trees looked on and talked together wisely.
+
+"I would not have strange birds on my boughs," said the birch.
+
+"I shall not give my acorns away for any one," said the oak.
+
+"I never have anything to do with strangers," said the willow, and the
+three trees drew their leaves closely about them.
+
+In the morning all those shining green leaves lay on the ground, for a
+cold north wind had come in the night, and every leaf that it touched
+fell from the tree.
+
+"May I touch every leaf in the forest?" asked the wind in its frolic.
+
+"No," said the frost king. "The trees that have been kind to the little
+bird with the broken wing may keep their leaves."
+
+This is why the leaves of the spruce, the pine, and the juniper are
+always green.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE ASPEN LEAVES TREMBLE.
+
+
+"It is very strange," whispered one reed to another, "that the queen bee
+never guides her swarm to the aspen-tree."
+
+"Indeed, it _is_ strange," said the other. "The oak and the willow often
+have swarms, but I never saw one on the aspen. What can be the reason?"
+
+"The queen bee cannot bear the aspen," said the first. "Very likely she
+has some good reason for despising it. I do not think that an insect as
+wise as she would despise a tree without any reason. Many wicked things
+happen that no one knows."
+
+The reeds did not think that any one could hear what they said, but both
+the willow and the aspen heard every word. The aspen was so angry that
+it trembled from root to tip. "I'll soon see why that proud queen bee
+despises me," it said. "She shall guide a swarm to my branches or"--
+
+"Oh, I would not care for what those reeds say," the willow-tree broke
+in. "They are the greatest chatterers in the world. They are always
+whispering together, and they always have something unkind to say."
+
+The aspen-tree was too angry to be still, and it called out to the
+reeds, "You are only lazy whisperers. I do not care what you say. I
+despise both you and your queen bee. The honey that those bees make is
+not good to eat. I would not have it a anywhere near me."
+
+"Hush, hush," whispered the willow timidly. "The reeds will repeat every
+word that you say."
+
+"I do not care if they do," said the aspen. "I despise both them and the
+bees."
+
+The reeds did whisper the angry words of the aspen to the queen bee, and
+she said, "I was going to guide my swarm to the aspen, but now I will
+drive the tree out of the forest. Come, my bees, come."
+
+Then the bees flew by hundreds upon the aspen. They stung every leaf and
+every twig through and through. The tree was driven from the forest,
+over the prairie, over the river, over the fields; and still the angry
+bees flew after it and stung it again and again. When they had come to
+the rocky places, they left it and flew back to the land of flowers. The
+aspen never came back. Its bright green leaves had grown white through
+fear, and from that day to this they have trembled as they did when the
+bees were stinging them and driving the tree from the forest.
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE BLOSSOMS CAME TO THE HEATHER.
+
+
+Only a little while after the earth was made, the trees and plants came
+to live on it. They were happy and contented. The lily was glad because
+her flowers were white. The rose was glad because her flowers were red.
+The violet was happy because, however shyly she might hide herself away,
+some one would come to look for her and praise her fragrance. The daisy
+was happiest of all because every child in the world loved her.
+
+The trees and plants chose homes for themselves. The oak said, "I will
+live in the broad fields and by the roads, and travelers may sit in my
+shadow." "I shall be contented on the waters of the pond," said the
+water-lily. "And I am contented in the sunny fields," said the daisy.
+"My fragrance shall rise from beside some mossy stone," said the violet.
+Each plant chose its home where it would be most happy and contented.
+
+There was one little plant, however, that had not said a word and had
+not chosen a home. This plant was the heather. She had not the sweet
+fragrance of the violet, and the children did not love her as they did
+the daisy. The reason was that no blossoms had been given to her, and
+she was too shy to ask for any.
+
+"I wish there was some one who would be glad to see me," she said; but
+she was a brave little plant, and she did her best to be contented and
+to look bright and green.
+
+One day she heard the mountain say, "Dear plants, will you not come to
+my rocks and cover them with your brightness and beauty? In the winter
+they are cold, and in the summer they are stung by the sunshine. Will
+you not come and cover them?"
+
+"I cannot leave the pond," cried the water-lily.
+
+"I cannot leave the moss," said the violet.
+
+"I cannot leave the green fields," said the daisy.
+
+The little heather was really trembling with eagerness. "If the great,
+beautiful mountain would only let me come!" she thought, and at last she
+whispered very softly and shyly, "Please, dear mountain, will you let me
+come? I have not any blossoms like the others, but I will try to keep
+the wind and the sun away from you."
+
+"Let you?" cried the mountain. "I shall be contented and happy if a dear
+little plant like you will only come to me."
+
+The heather soon covered the rocky mountain side with her bright green,
+and the mountain called proudly to the other plants, "See how beautiful
+my little heather is!" The others replied, "Yes, she is bright and
+green, but she has no blossoms."
+
+Then a sweet, gentle voice was heard saying, "Blossoms you shall have,
+little heather. You shall have many and many a flower, because you have
+loved the lonely mountain, and have done all that you could to please
+him and make him happy." Even before the sweet voice was still, the
+little heather was bright with many blossoms, and blossoms she has had
+from that day to this.
+
+
+
+
+HOW FLAX WAS GIVEN TO MEN.
+
+
+"You have been on the mountain a long time," said the wife of the
+hunter.
+
+"Yes, wife, and I have seen the most marvelous sight in all the world,"
+replied the hunter.
+
+"What was that?"
+
+"I came to a place on the mountain where I had been many and many a time
+before, but a great hole had been made in the rock, and through the hole
+I saw--oh, wife, it was indeed a wonderful sight!"
+
+"But what was it, my hunter?"
+
+"There was a great hall, all shining and sparkling with precious
+stones. There were diamonds and pearls and emeralds, more than we could
+put into our little house, and among all the beautiful colors sat a
+woman who was fairer than they. Her maidens were around her, and the
+hall was as bright with their beauty as it was with the stones. One was
+playing on a harp, one was singing, and others were dancing as lightly
+and merrily as a sunbeam on a blossom. The woman was even more beautiful
+than the maidens, and, wife, as soon as I saw her I thought that she was
+no mortal woman."
+
+"Did you not fall on your knees and ask her to be good to us?"
+
+"Yes, wife, and straightway she said: 'Rise, my friend. I have a gift
+for you. Choose what you will to carry to your wife as a gift from
+Holda.'"
+
+"Did you choose pearls or diamonds?"
+
+"I looked about the place, and it was all so sparkling that I closed my
+eyes. 'Choose your gift,' she said. I looked into her face, and then I
+knew that it was indeed the goddess Holda, queen of the sky. When I
+looked at her, I could not think of precious stones, for her eyes were
+more sparkling than diamonds, and I said: 'O goddess Holda, there is no
+gift in all your magic hall that I would so gladly bear away to my home
+as the little blue flower in your lily-white hand.'"
+
+"Well!" cried the wife, "and when you might have had half the pearls and
+emeralds in the place, you chose a little faded blue flower! I did think
+you were a wiser man."
+
+"The goddess said I had chosen well," said the hunter. "She gave me the
+flower and the seed of it, and she said, 'When the springtime comes,
+plant the seed, and in the summer I myself will come and teach you what
+to do with the plant.'"
+
+In the spring the little seeds were put into the ground. Soon the green
+leaves came up; then many little blue flowers, as blue as the sky,
+lifted up their heads in the warm sunshine of summer. No one on the
+earth knew how to spin or to weave, but on the brightest, sunniest day
+of the summer, the goddess Holda came down from the mountain to the
+little house.
+
+[Illustration: "SHE GAVE ME THE FLOWER"]
+
+"Can you spin flax?" she asked of the wife.
+
+"Indeed, no," said the wife.
+
+"Can you weave linen?"
+
+"Indeed, no."
+
+"Then I will teach you how to spin and to weave," said the good goddess.
+"The little blue flower is the flax. It is my own flower, and I love the
+sight of it."
+
+So the goddess sat in the home of the hunter and his wife and taught
+them how to spin flax and weave linen. When the wife saw the piece of
+linen on the grass, growing whiter and whiter the longer the sun shone
+upon it, she said to her husband, "Indeed, my hunter, the linen is
+fairer than the pearls, and I should rather have the beautiful white
+thing that is on the grass in the sunshine than all the diamonds in the
+hall of the goddess."
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE JUNIPER HAS BERRIES.
+
+
+Three cranberries once lived together in a meadow. They were sisters,
+but they did not look alike, for one was white, and one was red, and one
+was green. Winter came, and the wind blew cold. "I wish we lived nearer
+the wigwam," said the white cranberry timidly. "I am afraid that Hoots,
+the bear, will come. What should we do?"
+
+"The women in the wigwam are afraid as well as we," the red cranberry
+said. "I heard them say they wished the men would come back from the
+hunt."
+
+"We might hide in the woods," the green cranberry whispered.
+
+"But the bear will come down the path through the woods," replied the
+white cranberry.
+
+"I think our own meadow is the best place," the red cranberry said. "I
+shall not go away from the meadow. I shall hide here in the moss."
+
+"I am so white," the white cranberry wailed, "that I know Hoots would
+see me. I shall hide in the hominy. That is as white as I."
+
+"I cannot hide in the hominy," said the green cranberry, "but I have a
+good friend in the woods. I am going to ask the juniper-tree to hide me.
+Will you not go with me?" But the red cranberry thought it best to stay
+in the moss, and the white cranberry thought it best to hide in the
+hominy, so the green cranberry had to go alone to the friendly
+juniper-tree.
+
+By and by a growling was heard, and soon Hoots himself came in sight. He
+walked over and over the red cranberry that lay hidden in the moss. Then
+he went to the wigwam. There stood the hominy, and in it was the white
+cranberry, trembling so she could not keep still.
+
+"Ugh, ugh, what good hominy!" said Hoots, and in the twinkling of an eye
+he had eaten it up, white cranberry and all.
+
+Now the red cranberry was dead, and the white cranberry was dead, but
+the little green cranberry that went to the juniper-tree had hidden
+away in the thick branches, and Hoots did not find her. She was so happy
+with the kind-hearted tree that she never left it, and that is the
+reason why the juniper-tree has berries.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE SEA IS SALT.
+
+
+Frothi, king of the Northland, owned some magic millstones. Other
+millstones grind corn, but these would grind out whatever the owner
+wished, if he knew how to move them. Frothi tried and tried, but they
+would not stir.
+
+"Oh, if I could only move the millstones," he cried, "I would grind out
+so many good things for my people. They should all be happy and rich."
+
+One day King Frothi was told that two strange women were begging at the
+gate to see him.
+
+"Let them come in," he said, and the were brought before him.
+
+"We have come from a land that is far away," they said.
+
+"What can I do for you?" asked the king.
+
+"We have come to do something for you," answered the women.
+
+"There is only one thing that I wish for," said the king, "and that is
+to make the magic millstones grind, but you cannot do that."
+
+"Why not?" asked the women. "That is just what we have come to do. That
+is why we stood at your gate and begged to speak to you."
+
+Then the king was a happy man indeed. "Bring in the millstones," he
+called. "Quick, quick! Do not wait." The millstones were brought in, and
+the women asked, "What shall we grind for you?"
+
+"Grind gold and happiness and rest for my people," cried the king
+gladly.
+
+The women touched the magic millstones, and how they did grind! "Gold
+and happiness and rest for the people," said the women to one another.
+"Those are good wishes."
+
+The gold was so bright and yellow that King Frothi could not bear to let
+it go out of his sight. "Grind more," he said to the women. "Grind
+faster. Why did you come to my gate if you did not wish to grind?"
+
+"We are so weary," said the women. "Will you not let us rest?"
+
+"You may rest for as long a time as it needs to say 'Frothi,'" cried the
+king, "and no longer. Now you have rested. Grind away. No one should be
+weary who is grinding out yellow gold."
+
+"He is a wicked king," said the women. "We will grind for him no more.
+Mill, grind out hundreds and hundreds of strong warriors to fight Frothi
+and punish him for his cruel words."
+
+The millstones ground faster and faster. Hundreds of warriors sprang
+out, and they killed Frothi and all his men.
+
+"Now I shall be king," cried the strongest of the warriors. He put the
+two women and the magic millstones on a ship to go to a far-away land.
+"Grind, grind," he called to the women.
+
+"But we are so weary. Please let us rest," they begged.
+
+"Rest? No. Grind on, grind on. Grind salt, if you can grind nothing
+else."
+
+Night came and the weary women were still grinding. "Will you not let us
+rest?" they asked.
+
+"No," cried the cruel warrior. "Keep grinding, even if the ship goes to
+the bottom of the sea." The women ground, and it was not long before the
+ship really did go to the bottom, and carried the cruel warrior with it.
+There at the bottom of the sea are the two millstones still grinding
+salt, for there is no one to say that they must grind no longer. That is
+why the sea is salt.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST WHITEFISH.
+
+
+One day a crane was sitting on a rock far out in the water, when he
+heard a voice say, "Grandfather Crane, Grandfather Crane, please come
+and carry us across the lake." It was the voice of a child, and when the
+crane had come to the shore, he saw two little boys holding each other's
+hands and crying bitterly.
+
+"Why do you cry?" asked the crane, "and why do you wish to go across the
+lake, away from your home and friends?"
+
+"We have no friends," said the little boys, crying more bitterly than
+ever. "We have no father and no mother, and a cruel witch troubles us.
+She tries all the time to do us harm, and we are going to run away where
+she can never find us."
+
+"I will carry you over the lake," said the crane. "Hold on well, but do
+not touch the back of my head, for if you do, you will fall into the
+water and go to the bottom of the lake. Will you obey me?"
+
+"Yes, indeed, we will obey," they said. "We will not touch your head.
+But please come quickly and go as fast as you can. We surely heard the
+voice of the witch in the woods."
+
+It really was the witch, and she was saying over and over to herself, "I
+will catch them, and I will punish them so that they will never run away
+from me again. They will obey me after I have caught them."
+
+The crane bore the two little boys gently to the other shore, and when
+he came back, there stood the witch.
+
+"Dear, gentle crane," she said, "you are so good to every one. Will you
+carry me over the lake? My two dear children are lost in the woods, and
+I have cried bitterly for them all day long."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The spirit of the lake had told the crane to carry across the lake
+every one that asked to be taken over; so he said, "Yes, I will carry
+you across. Hold on well, but do not touch the back of my head, for if
+you do, you will fall into the water and go to the bottom of the lake.
+Will you obey me?"
+
+"Yes, indeed, I will," said the witch; but she thought, "He would not be
+so timid about letting me touch the back of his head if he were not
+afraid of my magic. I will put my hand on his head, and then he will
+always be in my power." So when they were far out over the lake, she put
+her hand on the crane's head, and before she could say "Oh!" she was at
+the bottom of the lake.
+
+"You shall never live in the light again," said the crane, "for you have
+done no good on earth. You shall be a whitefish, and you shall be food
+for the Indians as long as they eat fish."
+
+
+
+
+WAS IT THE FIRST TURTLE?
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a great fight between two tribes of Indians.
+It was so fierce that the river ran red with blood, and the war-cries
+were so loud and angry that the animals of the forest ran away in
+terror. The warriors fought all day long, and when it began to grow
+dark, all the men on one side had been killed but two warriors, one of
+whom was known as Turtle. In those days there were no such animals as
+turtles in the ponds and rivers, and no one knew why he was called by
+that name. At last Turtle's friend was struck by an arrow and fell to
+the ground.
+
+"Now yield!" cried the enemies.
+
+"Friend," said Turtle, "are you dead?"
+
+"No," said his friend.
+
+"Then I will fight on," said Turtle, and he called out, "Give life again
+to the warriors whom you have killed with your wicked arrows, and then I
+will yield, but never before. Come on, cowards that you are! You are
+afraid of me. You do not dare to come!"
+
+Then his enemies said, "We will all shoot our arrows at once, and some
+one of them will be sure to kill him." They made ready to fire, but
+Turtle, too, made ready. He had two thick shields, and he put one over
+his back and one over his breast. Then he called to his fierce enemies,
+"Are you not ready? Come on, fierce warriors! Shoot your arrows through
+my breast if you can."
+
+The warriors all shot, but not an arrow struck Turtle, for the two
+shields covered his breast and his back, and whenever an arrow buzzed
+through the air, he drew in his head and his arms between the shields,
+and so he was not harmed. "Why do you not aim at me?" he cried. "Are you
+shooting at the mountain, or at the sun and the moon? Good fighters you
+are, indeed! Try again."
+
+His enemies shot once more, and this time an arrow killed the wounded
+friend as he lay on the ground. When Turtle cried, "Friend, are you
+living?" there was no answer.
+
+"My friend is dead," said Turtle. "I will fight no more."
+
+"He has yielded," cried his enemies.
+
+"He has not," said Turtle, and with one great leap he sprang into the
+river. His enemies did not dare to spring after him.
+
+"Those long arms of his would pull us to the bottom," they said; "but we
+will watch till he comes up, and then we shall be sure of him."
+
+They were not so sure as they thought, for he did not come up, and all
+that they could see in the water was a strange creature unlike anything
+that had been there before.
+
+"It has arms and a head," said one.
+
+"And it pulls them out of sight just as Turtle did," said another.
+
+"It has a shield over its back and one over its breast, as Turtle had,"
+said the first. Then all the warriors were so eager to watch the strange
+animal that they no longer remembered the fight. They crowded up to the
+shore of the river.
+
+"It is not Turtle," cried one.
+
+"It _is_ Turtle," declared another.
+
+"It is so like him that I do not care to go into the water as long as it
+is in sight," said still another.
+
+"But if this is not Turtle, where is he?" they all asked, and not one of
+the wise men of their tribe could answer.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE CROCODILE HAS A WIDE MOUTH.
+
+
+"Come to my kingdom whenever you will," said the goddess of the water to
+the king of the land. "My waves will be calm, and my animals will be
+gentle. They will be as good to your children as if they were my own.
+Nothing in all my kingdom will do you harm."
+
+The goddess went back to her home in the sea, and the king walked to the
+shore of the river and stood gazing upon the beautiful water. Beside him
+walked his youngest son.
+
+"Father," asked the boy, "would the goddess be angry if I went into the
+water to swim?"
+
+"No," answered the father. "She says that nothing in all her wide
+kingdom will do us harm. The water-animals will be kind, and the waves
+will be calm."
+
+The boy went into the water. He could swim as easily as a fish, and he
+went from shore to shore, sometimes talking with the fishes, sometimes
+getting a bright piece of stone to carry to his father. Suddenly
+something caught him by the foot and dragged him down, down, through the
+deep, dark water. "Oh, father!" he cried, but his father had gone away
+from the shore, and the strange creature, whatever it was, dragged the
+boy down to the very bottom of the river.
+
+The river was full of sorrow for what the creature had done, and it
+lifted the boy gently and bore him to the feet of the goddess. His eyes
+were closed and his face was white, for he was dead. Great tears came
+from the eyes of the goddess when she looked at him. "I did not think
+any of my animals would do such a cruel thing," she said. "His father
+shall never know it, for the boy shall not remember what has happened."
+
+Then she laid her warm hand upon his head, and whispered some words of
+magic into his ear. "Open your eyes," she called, and soon they were
+wide open. "You went in to swim," said the goddess. "Did the water
+please you?"
+
+"Yes, surely."
+
+"Were the water-animals kind to you?"
+
+"Yes, surely," answered the boy, for the magic words had kept him from
+remembering anything about the strange creature that had dragged him to
+the bottom of the river.
+
+The boy went home to his father, and as soon as he was out of sight, the
+goddess called to the water-animals, "Come one, come all, come little,
+come great."
+
+"It is the voice of the goddess," said the water-animals, and they all
+began to swim toward her as fast as they could.
+
+When they were together before her, she said, "One of you has been cruel
+and wicked. One of you has dragged to the bottom of the river the son of
+my friend, the king of the land, but I have carried him safely to shore,
+and now he is in his home. When he comes again, will you watch over him
+wherever in the wide, wide water he may wish to go?"
+
+"Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" cried the water-animals.
+
+"Water," asked the goddess, "will you be calm and still when the son of
+my friend is my guest?"
+
+"Gladly," answered the water.
+
+Suddenly the goddess caught sight of the crocodile hiding behind the
+other animals. "Will you be kind to the boy and keep harm away from
+him?" she asked.
+
+[Illustration: "THE MOUTH THAT WILL NOT OPEN MUST BE MADE TO OPEN"]
+
+Now it was the crocodile that had dragged the boy to the bottom of the
+river. He wished to say, "Yes," but he did not dare to open his mouth
+for fear of saying, "I did it, I did it," so he said not a word. The
+goddess cried, "Did you drag the king's son to the bottom of the river?"
+Still the crocodile dared not open his mouth for fear of saying, "I did
+it, I did it." Then the goddess was angry. She drew her long sword, and
+saying, "The mouth that will not open when it should must be made to
+open," she struck the crocodile's mouth with the sword. "Oh, look!"
+cried the other animals. The crocodile's mouth had opened; there was no
+question about _that_, for it had split open so far that he was afraid
+he should never be able to keep it closed.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE PICTURE ON THE VASE.
+
+
+On some of the beautiful vases that are made in Japan there is a picture
+of a goddess changing a dragon into an island. When the children of
+Japan say, "Mother, tell us a story about the picture," this is what the
+mother says:--
+
+"Long, long ago there was a goddess of the sea who loved the people of
+Japan. She often came out of the water at sunset, and while all the
+bright colors were in the sky, she would sit on a high rock that
+overlooked the water and tell stories to the children. Such wonderful
+stories as they were! She used to tell them all about the strange fishes
+that swim in and out among the rocks and the mosses, and about the fair
+maidens that live deep down in the sea far under the waves. The children
+would ask, 'Are there no children in the sea? Why do they never come out
+to play with us?' The goddess would answer, 'Some time they will come,
+if you only keep on wishing for them. What children really wish for they
+will surely have some day.'
+
+"Then the goddess would sing to the children, and her voice was so sweet
+that the evening star would stand still in the sky to listen to her
+song. 'Please show us how the water rises and falls,' the children would
+beg, and she would hold up a magic stone that she had and say, 'Water,
+rise!' Then the waves would come in faster and faster all about the
+rock. When she laid down the stone and said, 'Water, fall!' the waves
+would be still, and the water would roll back quickly to the deep sea.
+She was goddess of the storm as well as of the sea, and sometimes the
+children would say, 'Dear goddess, please make us a storm.' She never
+said no to what they asked, and so the rain would fall, the lightning
+flare, and the thunder roll. The rain would fall all about them, but the
+goddess did not let it come near them. They were never afraid of the
+lightning, for it was far above their heads, and they knew that the
+goddess would not let it come down.
+
+"Those were happy times, but there is something more to tell that is not
+pleasant. One of the goddess's sea-animals was a dragon, that often used
+to play in the water near the shore. The children never thought of being
+afraid of any of the sea-animals, but one day the cruel dragon seized a
+little child in his mouth, and in a moment he had eaten it. There was
+sadness over the land of Japan. There were tears and sorrowful wailing.
+'O goddess,' the people cried, 'come to us! Punish the wicked dragon!'
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"The goddess was angry that one of her creatures should have dared to
+harm the little child, and she called aloud, 'Dragon, come to me.' The
+dragon came in a moment, for he did not dare to stay away. Then said the
+goddess, 'You shall never again play merrily in the water with the
+happy sea-animals. You shall be a rocky island. There shall be trees and
+plants on you, and before many years have gone, people will no longer
+remember that you were once an animal.'
+
+"The dragon found that he could no longer move about as he had done, for
+he was changing into rock. Trees and plants grew on his back. He was an
+island, and when people looked at it, they said, 'That island was once a
+wicked dragon.' The children of the sea and the children of the land
+often went to the island, and there they had very happy times together."
+
+This is the story that the mothers tell to their children when they look
+at the vases and see the picture of the goddess changing a dragon into
+an island. But when the children say, "Mother, where is the island?
+Cannot we go to it and play with the sea-children?" the mother answers,
+"Oh, this was all a long, long time ago, and no one can tell now where
+the island was."
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE WATER IN RIVERS IS NEVER STILL.
+
+
+All kinds of strange things came to pass in the days of long ago, but
+perhaps the strangest of all was that the nurses who cared for little
+children were not women, but brooks and rivers. The children and the
+brooks ran about together, and the brooks and rivers never said, "It is
+time to go to bed," for they liked to play as well as the children, and
+perhaps a little better. Sometimes the brooks ran first and the children
+followed. Sometimes the children ran first and the brooks followed. Of
+course, if any animal came near that would hurt the children, the brook
+or river in whose care they were left flowed quickly around them, so
+that they stood on an island and were safe from all harm.
+
+Two little boys lived in those days who were sons of the king. When the
+children were old enough to run about, the king called the rivers and
+brooks to come before him. They came gladly, for they felt sure that
+something pleasant would happen, and they waited so quietly that no one
+would have thought they were so full of frolic.
+
+"I have called you," said the king, "to give you the care of my two
+little sons. They like so well to run about that one nurse will not be
+enough to care for them, and of course it will be pleasanter for them to
+have many playmates. So I felt that it would be better to ask every
+river and every brook to see that they are not hurt or lost."
+
+"We shall have the king's sons for our playmates!" whispered the rivers.
+"Nothing so pleasant ever happened to us before."
+
+But the king went on, "If you keep my boys safely and well, and follow
+them so closely that they are not lost, then I will give you whatever
+gift you wish; but if I find that you have forgotten them one moment and
+they are lost or hurt, then you will be punished as no river was ever
+punished before."
+
+The rivers and even the most frolicsome little brooks were again quiet
+for a moment. Then they all cried together, "O king, we will be good.
+There were never better nurses than we will be to your sons."
+
+At first all went well, and the playmates had the merriest times that
+could be thought of. Then came a day when the sunshine was very warm,
+but the boys ran faster and farther than boys had ever run in the world
+before, and even the brooks could not keep up with them. The rivers had
+never been weary before, but when this warm day came, one river after
+another had some reason for being quiet. One complained, "I have
+followed the boys farther than any other river." "Perhaps you have,"
+said another, "but I have been up and down and round and round till I
+have forgotten how it seems to be quiet." Another declared, "I have run
+about long enough, and I shall run no more." A little brook said, "If I
+were a great river, perhaps I could run farther," and a great river
+replied, "If I were a little brook, of course I could run farther."
+
+So they talked, and the day passed. Night came before they knew it, and
+they could not find the boys.
+
+"Where are my sons?" cried the king.
+
+"Indeed, we do not know," answered the brooks and rivers in great fear,
+and each one looked at the others.
+
+"You have lost my children," said the king, "and if you do not find
+them, you shall be punished. Go and search for them."
+
+"Please help us," the rivers begged of the trees and plants, and
+everything that had life began to search for the lost boys. "Perhaps
+they are under ground," thought the trees, and they sent their roots
+down into the earth. "Perhaps they are in the east," cried one animal,
+and he went to the east. "They may be on the mountain," said one plant,
+and so it climbed to the very top of the mountain. "They may be in the
+village," said another, and so that one crept up close to the homes of
+men.
+
+Many years passed. The king was almost broken-hearted, but he knew it
+was of no use to search longer, so he called very sadly, "Search no
+longer. Let each plant and animal make its home where it is. The little
+plant that has crept up the mountain shall live on the mountain top, and
+the roots of the trees shall stay under ground. The rivers"--Then the
+king stopped, and the rivers trembled. They knew that they would be
+punished, but what would the punishment be? The king looked at them. "As
+for you, rivers and brooks," he declared, "it was your work to watch my
+boys. The plants and trees shall find rest and live happily in their
+homes, but you shall ever search for my lost boys, and you shall never
+have a home."
+
+So from that day to this the rivers have gone on looking for the lost
+children. They never stop, and some of them are so troubled that they
+flow first one way and then the other.
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE RAVEN HELPED MEN.
+
+
+The raven and the eagle were cousins, and they were almost always
+friendly, but whenever they talked together about men, they quarreled.
+
+"Men are lazy," declared the eagle. "There is no use in trying to help
+them. The more one does for them, the less they do for themselves."
+
+"You fly so high," said the raven, "that you cannot see how hard men
+work. I think that we birds, who know so much more than they, ought to
+help them."
+
+"They do not work," cried the eagle. "What have they to do, I should
+like to know? They walk about on the ground, and their food grows close
+by their nests. If they had to fly through the air as we do, and get
+their food wherever they could, they might talk about working hard."
+
+"That is just why we ought to help them," replied the raven. "They
+cannot mount up into the air as we do. They cannot see anything very
+well unless it is near them, and if they had to run and catch their
+food, they would surely die of hunger. They are poor, weak creatures,
+and there is not a humming-bird that does not know many things that they
+never heard of."
+
+"You are a poor, weak bird, if you think you can teach men. When they
+feel hunger, they will eat, and they do not know how to do anything
+else. Just look at them! They ought to be going to sleep, and they do
+not know enough to do even that."
+
+"How can they know that it is night, when they have no sun and no moon
+to tell them when it is day and when it is night?"
+
+"They would not go to sleep even if they had two moons," said the eagle;
+"and you are no true cousin of mine if you do not let them alone."
+
+So the two birds quarreled. Almost every time they met, they quarreled
+about men, and at last, whenever the eagle began to mount into the air,
+the raven went near the earth.
+
+Now the eagle had a pretty daughter. She and the raven were good
+friends, and they never quarreled about men. One day the pretty daughter
+said, "Cousin Raven, are you too weak to fly as high as you used to do?"
+
+"I never was less weak," declared the raven.
+
+"Almost every day you keep on the ground. Can you not mount into the
+air?"
+
+"Of course I can," answered the raven.
+
+"There are some strange things in my father's lodge," said the pretty
+daughter, "and I do not know what they are. They are not good to eat,
+and I do not see what else they are good for. Will you come and see
+them?"
+
+"I will go wherever you ask me," declared the raven.
+
+The eagle's lodge was far up on the top of a high mountain, but the two
+birds were soon there, and the pretty daughter showed the raven the
+strange things. He knew what they were, and he said to himself, "Men
+shall have them, and by and by they will be no less wise than the
+birds." Then he asked, "Has your father a magic cloak?"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Yes," answered the pretty daughter.
+
+"May I put it on?"
+
+"Yes, surely."
+
+When the raven had once put on the magic cloak, he seized the strange
+things and put them under it. Then he called, "I will come again soon,
+my pretty little cousin, and tell you all about the people on the
+earth."
+
+The things under his cloak were strange indeed, for one was the sun, and
+one was the moon. There were hundreds of bright stars, and there were
+brooks and rivers and waterfalls. Best of all, there was the precious
+gift of fire. The raven put the sun high up in the heavens, and fastened
+the moon and stars in their places. He let the brooks run down the sides
+of the mountains, and he hid the fire away in the rocks.
+
+After a while men found all these precious gifts. They knew when it was
+night and when it was day, and they learned how to use fire. They cannot
+mount into the air like the eagle, but in some things they are almost as
+wise as the birds.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE EARTH AND THE SKY.
+
+
+The sky used to be very close to the earth, and of course the earth had
+no sunshine. Trees did not grow, flowers did not blossom, and water was
+not clear and bright. The earth did not know that there was any other
+way of living, and so she did not complain.
+
+By and by the sky and the earth had a son who was called the Shining
+One. When he was small, he had a dream, and he told it to the earth.
+"Mother Earth," he said, "I had a dream, and it was that the sky was far
+up above us. There was a bright light, and it made you more radiant than
+I ever saw you. What could the light have been?"
+
+"I do not know, my Shining One," she answered, "for there is nothing but
+the earth and the sky."
+
+After a long, long time, the Shining One was fully grown. Then he said
+to the sky, "Father Sky, will you not go higher up, that there may be
+light and warmth on the earth?"
+
+"There is no 'higher up,'" declared the sky. "There is only just here."
+
+Then the Shining One raised the sky till he rested on the mountain
+peaks.
+
+"Oh! oh!" cried the sky. "They hurt. The peaks are sharp and rough. You
+are an unkind, cruel son."
+
+"In my dreams you were still higher up," replied the Shining One, and he
+raised the sky still higher.
+
+"Oh! oh!" complained the sky, "I can hardly see the peaks. I will stay
+on the rough rocks."
+
+"You were far above the rocks in my dream," replied the Shining One.
+
+Then when the sky was raised far above the earth and no longer touched
+even the peaks, a great change came over the earth. She, too, had
+thought the Shining One unkind, and she had said, "Shining One, it was
+only a dream. Why should you change the sky and the earth? Why not let
+them stay as they were before you had the dream?"
+
+"O Mother Earth," he said, "I wish you could see the radiant change that
+has come to pass. The air is full of light and warmth and fragrance. You
+yourself are more beautiful than you were even in my dream. Listen and
+hear the song of the birds. See the flowers blossoming in every field,
+and even covering the rough peaks of the mountains. Should you be glad
+if I had let all things stay as they were? Was I unkind to make you so
+much more lovely than you were?"
+
+Before the earth could answer, the sky began to complain. "You have
+spread over earth a new cloak of green, and of course she is beautiful
+with all her flowers and birds, but here am I, raised far above the
+mountain peaks. I have no cloak, nor have I flowers and birds. Shining
+One, give me a cloak."
+
+"That will I do, and most gladly," replied the Shining One, and he
+spread a soft cloak of dark blue over the sky, and in it many a star
+sparkled and twinkled.
+
+"That is very well in the night," said the heavens, "but it is not good
+in the daytime, it is too gloomy. Give me another cloak for the day."
+Then the Shining One spread a light blue cloak over the sky for the
+daytime, and at last the sky was as beautiful as the earth.
+
+Now both sky and earth were contented. "I did not know that the earth
+was so radiant," said the sky. "I did not know that the sky was so
+beautiful," said the earth. "I will send a message to tell her how
+lovely she is," thought the sky, and he dropped down a gentle little
+rain.
+
+"I, too, will send a message," thought the earth, "and the clouds shall
+carry it for me." That is why there is often a light cloud rising from
+the earth in the morning. It is carrying a good-morning message from the
+beautiful earth to the sky.
+
+
+
+
+HOW SUMMER CAME TO THE EARTH.
+
+
+PART I.
+
+There was once a boy on the earth who was old enough to have a bow and
+arrows, but who had never seen a summer. He had no idea how it would
+look to have leaves on the trees, for he had never seen any such things.
+As for the songs of birds, he may have heard them in his dreams, but he
+never heard them when he was not asleep. If any one had asked, "Do you
+not like to walk on the soft grass?" he would have answered, "What is
+grass? I never saw any."
+
+The reason why this boy had never heard of summer was because there had
+never been a summer on the earth. Far to the north the earth was covered
+with thick ice, and even farther south, where the boy lived, the ground
+was rarely free from ice and snow.
+
+The boy's father was called the fisher. He taught his little son to
+hunt, and made him a bow like his own, only smaller. The boy was proud
+of his arrows, and was always happy when he went out to hunt. He had
+often shot a lynx, and once or twice he had shot a wolverine. Sometimes
+it chanced that he found nothing to shoot, and then he was not happy,
+for he realized how cold it was. His fingers ached, and his feet ached,
+and the end of his nose ached. "Oh, if I could only carry the wigwam
+fire about with me!" he cried, for he had no idea of any other warmth
+than that which came from the fire.
+
+Now it chanced that Adjidaumo, the squirrel, was on a tree over the
+boy's head, and he heard this cry. He dropped a piece of ice upon the
+end of the boy's little red nose, and the boy bent his bow. Then he
+realized who it was, and he cried, "O Adjidaumo, you are warm. You have
+no fingers to ache with the cold. I am warm just twice a day, once in
+the morning and once at night."
+
+"Boys do not know much," replied Adjidaumo, dancing lightly on the
+topmost bough. "The end of _my_ nose is warm, and I have no fingers like
+yours to be cold, but if I had chanced to have any, I have an idea that
+would have kept them warm."
+
+"What is an idea?" asked the boy.
+
+"An idea is something that is better than a fire," replied the squirrel,
+"for you can carry an idea about with you, and you have to leave the
+fire at home. A lynx has an idea sometimes, and a wolverine has one
+sometimes, but a squirrel has one twice as often as a boy."
+
+The poor boy was too cold to be angry, and he begged, "Adjidaumo, if
+there is any way for me to keep warm, will you not tell me what it is? A
+lynx would be more kind to me than you are, and I am sure a wolverine
+would tell me."
+
+Adjidaumo had rarely been cold, but when he realized how cold the boy
+was, he was sorry for him, and he said, "All you have to do is to go
+home and cry. When your father says, 'Why do you cry?' answer nothing
+but 'Boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo! Get me summer, get me summer!'"
+
+Now this boy rarely cried, but his hands and feet were so very cold that
+he thought he would do as the squirrel had told him, and he started for
+home. As soon as he reached the wigwam, he threw himself down upon the
+ground and cried. He cried so hard that his tears made a river that ran
+out of the wigwam door. It was a frozen river, of course, but when the
+fisher saw it, he knew it was made of the tears of his little son. "What
+are you crying for?" he asked, but all the boy answered was "Boo-hoo,
+boo-hoo! Get me summer, father, get me summer!"
+
+"Summer," repeated the fisher thoughtfully. "It is not easy to get
+summer, but I will find it if I can."
+
+
+PART II.
+
+The fisher made a great feast for the animals that he thought could help
+him to find summer. The otter, the lynx, the badger, and the wolverine
+came. After they had eaten, the hunter told them what he wished to do,
+and they all set out to find summer.
+
+For many days they traveled, and at last they came to a high mountain
+upon whose summit the sky seemed to rest.
+
+"That is where summer is," declared the badger. "All we have to do is to
+climb to the summit and take it from the heavens." So they all climbed
+and climbed, till it seemed as if they would never reach the top. After
+a long time they were on the very highest summit, but the heavens were
+above them.
+
+"We cannot reach it," said the fisher.
+
+"Let us try," said the lynx.
+
+"I will try first," said the otter. So the otter sprang up with all his
+might, but he could not touch the heavens. He rolled down the side of
+the mountain, and then he ran home. The badger tried, and the beaver
+tried, and the lynx tried, but not one of them could leap far enough to
+reach the heavens. "Now I will try," said the wolverine. "I am not
+going to climb away up here for nothing." The fisher watched most
+eagerly, for he thought, "There's my boy at home crying, and what shall
+I do if I cannot get the summer for him?"
+
+The wolverine leaped farther than any wolverine ever leaped before, and
+he went where no animal on the earth had ever been before, for he went
+straight through the floor of the heavens. Of course the fisher
+followed, and there they were in a more lovely place than any one on the
+earth had ever dreamed of, for they were in the land of summer, and
+summer had never come to the earth.
+
+The soft, warm air went down through the hole in the floor and spread
+over the earth. Birds flew down, singing happily as they flew, and all
+kinds of flowers that are on the earth to-day made their way through the
+hole as fast as they could, for they knew all about the little boy in
+the wigwam who was wishing that summer would come.
+
+Now there were people in the heavens, and when they found that summer
+was going down to the earth through the hole in the floor, they cried
+out to the Great Spirit, "Take summer away from him, take it away from
+him!" and they shot their arrows at the fisher and the wolverine. The
+wolverine dropped through the hole, but the fisher was not quick enough,
+and he could not get away.
+
+The Great Spirit said, "The heavens have the summer all the year, but
+the earth shall have summer half the year. I shall close the hole in the
+floor so the fisher cannot go down to earth again, but I will make him
+into a fish and give him a place in the heavens."
+
+When the Indians look up at the sky, they see a fish in the stars, and
+they say, "That is the good fisher who gave us the beautiful summer."
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST SNOWDROPS.
+
+
+An old man sat alone in his house. It Was full of shadows; it was dark
+and gloomy. The old man cared nothing for the shadows or the darkness,
+for he was thinking of all the mighty deeds that he had done. "There is
+no one else in the world," he muttered, "who has done such deeds as I,"
+and he counted them over aloud. A sound outside of the house interrupted
+him. "What can it be?" he said to himself. "How dares anything interrupt
+me? I have told all things to be still. It sounds like the rippling of
+waters, and I have told the waters to be quiet in their beds. There it
+is again. It is like the singing of birds, and I have sent the birds far
+away to the south."
+
+Some one opened the door and came in. It was a youth with sunny curls
+and rosy face.
+
+"Who said you might come in?" muttered the old man.
+
+"Did not you?" asked the youth, with a merry little laugh. "I am really
+afraid that I came without asking. You see, every one is glad to see me
+and"--
+
+"I am not," interrupted the old man.
+
+"I have heard rumors of your great deeds," said the youth, "and I came
+to see whether the tales are true."
+
+"The deeds are more true than the tales," muttered the old man, "for the
+tales are never great enough. No one can count the wonderful things I
+have done."
+
+"And what are they?" asked the young man gravely, but with a merry
+little twinkle in his eyes that would have made one think of the waves
+sparkling in the sunlight. "Let us see whether you or I can tell the
+greatest tale."
+
+"I can breathe upon a river and turn it to ice," said the old man.
+
+"I can breathe upon the ice and turn it to a river," said the youth.
+
+"I can say to water, 'Stand still,' and it will not dare to stir."
+
+"I can say, 'Stand no longer,' and it will go running and chattering
+down the mountain side."
+
+"I shake my white head," said the old man, "and snow covers the earth."
+
+"I shake my curls," said the young man, "and the air sparkles with
+sunshine. In a moment the snow is gone."
+
+"I say to the birds, 'Sing no more. Leave me,' and they spread their
+wings and fly far away."
+
+"I say, 'Little birds, come back,' and in a moment they are back again
+and singing their sweetest songs to me."
+
+"No one can count the leaves," said the old man, "but whether I shake
+the trees with my icy touch, or whether I turn my cold breath upon them,
+they fall to the ground with fear and trembling. Are there any rumors of
+my deeds as great as that?"
+
+The young man answered gravely, but with a laugh in his voice, "I never
+saw any leaves falling to the ground, for when I appear, they are all
+fair and green and trembling with the gladness of my coming."
+
+So the two talked all night long. As morning came near, the old man
+appeared weary, but the youth grew merrier. The sunlight brightened, and
+the youth turned to the open door. The trees were full of birds, and
+when they saw him, they sang, "O beautiful spring! glad are we to look
+again upon your face."
+
+"My own dear birds!" cried spring. He turned to say good-by, but the old
+man was gone, and where he had stood were only snowflakes. But were they
+snowflakes? He looked again. They were little white snowdrops, the first
+flowers of spring, the only flowers that can remember the winter.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE FACE OF THE MOON IS WHITE.
+
+
+An Indian chief had a fair young daughter. One day the wind came to him
+and said, "Great chief, I love your daughter, and she loves me. Will you
+give her to me to be my wife?"
+
+"No," answered the chief.
+
+The next day the maiden herself went to the chief and said, "Father, I
+love the wind. Will you let me go with him to his lodge and be his
+wife?"
+
+"No," declared the chief, "I will not. When the wind was a child, he
+often came into my wigwam through some tiny hole, and try as I would to
+make my fire, he always put it out. He knows neither how to fight nor
+how to hunt, and you shall not be his wife."
+
+Then the chief hid his daughter in a thick grove of dark spruces. "The
+wind might see her in a pine," he thought, "but he will never catch
+sight of her in a grove of spruces."
+
+Now the wind could make himself invisible if he chose, and all the time
+that the chief was talking, the wind was close beside him listening to
+every word. When the next night came, the wind ran round and round the
+grove of spruces until he discovered a tiny place where he could get in.
+When he came out, the maiden was with him. He did not dare to go near
+the Indians to live, for he was afraid that the chief would come and
+take her away from him; so he built a new lodge far to the north-ward.
+To that lodge he carried the maiden, and she became his wife.
+
+Neither the wind nor his young wife had thought that the chief could
+ever find them, but he searched and searched, and at last he came to
+their lodge. The wind hid his wife and made himself invisible, but the
+father struck all about with his great war-club, and a hard blow fell
+upon the head of the wind. He knew no more of what the chief was doing.
+
+When he came to himself, he discovered that his wife was gone, and he
+set out in search of her. He roamed about wildly in the forest, and at
+last he saw her in a canoe with her father on the Big-Sea-Water. "Come
+with me," he called. She became as white as snow, but she could not see
+the wind, because after the blow upon his head he had forgotten how to
+make himself visible.
+
+He was so angry with the chief that he blew with all his might upon the
+tiny canoe. "Let it tip over," he thought. "I can carry my wife safely
+to land." The canoe did tip over, and both the chief and his daughter
+fell into the water. "Come, dear wife," cried the wind. "Here is my
+hand." He did not remember that he was invisible, and that she could not
+see his hand. That is why she fell down, down, through the deep water to
+the bottom of the lake. The chief, too, lost his life, for the wind did
+not try to help him.
+
+When the wind discovered that his wife was gone from him, he became
+almost wild with sorrow. "The wind never blew so sadly before," said the
+people in the wigwams.
+
+[Illustration: "HERE IS MY HAND"]
+
+The Great Spirit was sorry that the chief's daughter had fallen into the
+water and lost her life, and the next night he bore her up to the stars
+and gave her a home in the moon. There she lives again, but her face is
+white, as it was when she fell from the canoe. On moonlight nights she
+always looks down upon the earth, searching for the wind, for she does
+not know that he is invisible. The wind does not know that far away in
+the moon is the white face of his lost wife, and so he roams through the
+forest and wanders about the rocks and the mountains, but never thinks
+of looking up to the moon.
+
+
+
+
+WHY ALL MEN LOVE THE MOON.
+
+
+Thunder and Lightning were going to give a feast. It was to be a most
+delightful banquet, for all the good things that could be imagined were
+to be brought from every corner of the world.
+
+For many days before the feast these good things were coming. The birds
+flew up with what they could find in the cold air of the north and the
+warm air of the south. The fishes came from the east and from the west
+with what they could find in the cold water or in the warm water. As for
+what grew on the earth, there was no end to the luxuries that came every
+morning and every evening. Squirrels brought nuts, crows brought corn,
+the ants brought sweet things of many kinds. Food that was rich and rare
+came from India and Japan. The butterflies and the humming-birds were to
+arrange the flowers, the peacocks and the orioles promised to help make
+the place beautiful, and the waves and the brooks agreed to make their
+most charming music.
+
+Thunder and Lightning were talking about whom to invite, and they
+questioned whether to ask the sun, the moon, and the wind. These three
+were children of the star mother.
+
+"The star mother has been so kind to us that I suppose we ought to
+invite her children," said Thunder.
+
+"The moon is charming, but the sun and the wind are rough and wild. If I
+were the star mother, I would keep them in a corner all day, and they
+should stay there all night, too, if they did not promise to be gentle,"
+said Lightning.
+
+"We must invite them," replied Thunder, with what sounded much like a
+little growl, "but it would be delightful if they would agree to stay
+away, all but the moon."
+
+That is why the sun and wind were invited as well as the moon. When the
+invitation came, the two brothers said to their little sister, "You are
+too small to go to a feast, but perhaps they asked you because they were
+going to ask us."
+
+"Star mother, I think I will stay at home," said the moon tearfully.
+
+"No, little moon," replied the star mother; "go to the feast with the
+other children."
+
+So the three children went to the feast, and the star mother waited for
+them to come home.
+
+When they came, she asked, "What did you bring for me?" The hands of the
+sun were full of good things, but he said, "I brought only what I am
+going to eat myself," and he sat down in a corner with his back to the
+others, and went on eating.
+
+"Did you bring anything for me?" she asked the wind.
+
+"I brought some good things halfway home, and then I was weary of
+carrying them," answered the wind, "so I have eaten them."
+
+"I should never have imagined that you would be so selfish," said the
+star mother sadly, and she asked the little moon, "My daughter, did you
+bring anything for me?"
+
+"Yes, star mother," answered the little moon, and she gave her mother
+more good things than any one had ever seen in their home before. There
+were rare luxuries that the fishes and the birds had brought. There were
+rich colors that the peacocks and orioles had promised, and there was
+even some of the charming music that the waves and brooks had agreed to
+make.
+
+The star mother praised the little maiden. Then she looked at her two
+boys. She was sad, for she knew that they must be punished for their
+selfishness. "Sun," said she, "you wish to turn your back on all, and
+your punishment shall be that when the warm days of summer have come,
+all men will turn their backs on you." To the wind she said, "Wind, you
+thought of no one but yourself. When the storm is coming and you are
+afraid and fly before it, no one shall think of you. All men shall close
+their doors against you and fasten them." Then to her little daughter
+she said, "My little moon, you were unselfish and thoughtful. You shall
+always be bright and beautiful, and men shall love you and praise you
+whenever they look upon your gentle, kindly face."
+
+This is why men hide from the sun and the wind, but never from the moon.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THERE IS A HARE IN THE MOON.
+
+
+Many strange things happened long ago, and one of them was that a hare,
+a monkey, and a fox agreed to live together. They talked about their
+plan a long time. Then the hare said, "I promise to help the monkey and
+the fox." The monkey declared, "I promise to help the fox and the hare."
+The fox said, "I promise to help the hare and the monkey." They shook
+hands, or rather shook paws. There was something else to which they
+agreed, and that was that they would kill no living creature.
+
+The manito was much pleased when he heard of this plan, but he said to
+himself, "I should like to make sure that what I have heard is true, and
+that they are really gentle and kind to others as well as to themselves.
+I will go to the forest and see how they behave toward strangers."
+
+The manito appeared before the three animals, but they thought he was a
+hunter. "May I come into your lodge and rest?" he asked. "I am very
+weary."
+
+All three came toward him and gave him a welcome. "Come into our lodge,"
+they said. "We have agreed to help one another, so we will help one
+another to help you."
+
+"I have been hungry all day," said the manito, "but I should rather have
+such a welcome than food."
+
+"But if you are hungry, you must have food," declared the three animals.
+"If there were anything in our lodge that you would care to eat, you
+might have part of it or all of it, but there is nothing here that you
+would like."
+
+Then said the monkey, "I have a plan. I will go out into the forest and
+find you some food."
+
+When the monkey came back, he said, "I found a tree with some fruit on
+it. I climbed it and shook it, and here is the fruit. There was only a
+little of it, for fruit was scarce."
+
+"Will you not eat part of it yourself?" asked the manito.
+
+"No," answered the monkey. "I had rather see you eat it, for I think you
+are more hungry than I."
+
+The manito wished to know whether the fox and the hare would behave as
+unselfishly toward him, and he said, "My good friends, the fruit was
+indeed welcome, but I am still hungry."
+
+Then the fox said, "I will go out into the forest and see what I can
+find for you."
+
+When the fox came back, he said, "I shook the trees, but no more fruit
+fell. I could not climb the trees, for my paws are not made for
+climbing, but I searched on the ground, and at last I found some hominy
+that a traveler had left, and I have brought you that."
+
+The manito had soon eaten the hominy. He wished to know whether the hare
+would behave as kindly as the others, and before long he said, "My good
+friends, the hominy was indeed welcome, but I am still hungry."
+
+Then the hare said, "I will gladly go out into the forest and search for
+food." He was gone a long time, but when he came back, he brought no
+food.
+
+"I am very hungry," said the manito.
+
+"Stranger," said the hare, "if you will build a fire beside the rock, I
+can give you some food."
+
+The manito built a fire, and the hare said, "Now I will spring from the
+top of the rock upon the fire. I have heard that men eat flesh, that is
+taken from the fire, and I will give you my own."
+
+The hare sprang from the rock, but the manito caught him in his hands
+before the flame could touch him, and said, "Dear, unselfish little
+hare, the monkey and the fox have welcomed me and searched the forest
+through to find me food, but you have done more, for you have given me
+yourself. I will take the gift, little hare, and I will carry you in my
+arms up to the moon, so that every one on the earth may see you and hear
+the tale of your kindness and unselfishness."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The Indians can see a hare in the moon, and this is the story that they
+tell their children about it.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILDREN IN THE MOON.
+
+
+They had no idea where they came from. All they knew was that they lived
+on the hill, and that the old man of the hill called them Jack and Jill.
+They had plenty of berries to eat, and when night came, they had soft
+beds of fir to sleep on. There were all kinds of animals on the hill,
+and they were friendly to the two children. They could have had a most
+delightful time playing all day long if it had not been for having to
+carry water.
+
+Every morning, just as soon as the first rays of the sun could be seen
+from their home, they heard the voice of the old man of the hill
+calling, "Jack! Jill! Take your pail and get some water." Whenever they
+were having an especially pleasant game with some of the animals, they
+heard the same call, "Take your pail and get some water." It is no
+wonder that Jack awoke one night when no one called and said, "Jill, did
+he say we must get some water?" "I suppose so," answered Jill sleepily,
+and they went out with the pail.
+
+The moon was shining down through the trees, and they imagined that she
+was nearer than ever before. The forest was not half so lonely with her
+gentle face looking down upon them. Soon they felt happier than at
+first, and they played little games together, running from tree to tree.
+
+"We have spilled half the water," said Jill.
+
+"There's plenty left," said Jack, "if half _is_ spilled."
+
+"Do you suppose there are any children who play games whenever they like
+and do not have to carry water?"
+
+"Plenty of them," declared Jack.
+
+    "Jack and Jill
+    Went up the hill
+    To get a pail of water,"
+
+sang a voice so clear that it seemed close at hand, and so soft that it
+seemed far away.
+
+Jack started, fell, and rolled down the hillside, and Jill came tumbling
+after. As for the water, what was left was spilled before Jack had
+rolled over once; and before he had rolled over twice, the same voice
+sang,--
+
+    "Jack fell down
+    And broke his crown,
+    And Jill came tumbling after."
+
+"It is about us," cried Jill.
+
+"I have not broken any crown," said Jack.
+
+"It is the crown of your head," declared Jill.
+
+"Oh!" said Jack; "but where's the water?"
+
+"It has gone tumbling down the hill," answered the same voice.
+
+"How can water go tumbling?" cried Jill. "_We_ tumbled."
+
+"Water tumbles too," replied the voice, "especially when it is frozen."
+
+"Oh!" said Jack.
+
+"Oh!" said Jill.
+
+"The stream is frozen," called the voice.
+
+"What stream?" asked the children together.
+
+"The stream that goes down the hill," answered the voice. "Did you not
+know that you were bringing water to keep the stream full?"
+
+"No, indeed," said the children.
+
+"The old man of the hill is only a rock, and what you thought his voice
+was only the water flowing around it."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Oh!" cried Jack.
+
+"Oh!" cried Jill.
+
+"The stream is frozen," said the voice, "and the earth has a cloak of
+snow and ice."
+
+"Who are you?" asked Jill shyly.
+
+"Do you really not know? What a strange child you are! I am the moon, of
+course. Very pleasant people live with me, and I have come to invite you
+both to go home with me. Will you come?"
+
+The children looked up through the trees, and there was the gentle face
+of the moon, looking more gentle and kind than ever. "Come," said she,
+and they went very willingly. They have lived in the moon many years,
+but they never again carried a pail of water for a stream. "That is the
+work of the clouds and the sun," says the moon.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THERE IS A MAN IN THE MOON.
+
+
+"Goodman," said the goodwife, "you must go out into the forest and
+gather sticks for the fire. To-morrow will be Sunday, and we have no
+wood to burn."
+
+"Yes, goodwife," answered the goodman, "I will go to the forest."
+
+He did go to the forest, but he sat on a mossy rock and fished till it
+was dark, and so he brought home no wood. "The goodwife shall not know
+it," he thought. "I will go to the forest to-morrow morning and gather
+sticks."
+
+When morning came, he crept softly out of the house when it was hardly
+light, and went to the forest. Soon he had as many sticks as he could
+carry, and he was starting for home when a voice called sternly, "Put
+those sticks down." He looked to the right, to the left, before him,
+behind him, and over his head. There was no one to be seen.
+
+"Put those sticks down," said the voice again.
+
+"Please, I do not dare to put them down," replied the goodman, trembling
+with fear. "They are to burn, and my wife cannot cook the dinner without
+them."
+
+"You will have no dinner to-day," said the voice.
+
+"The goodwife will not know that I did not gather them last night, and
+she will let me have some dinner. I am almost sure she will," the
+goodman replied.
+
+"You must not gather sticks to-day," said the voice more sternly than
+ever. "It is Sunday. Put them down."
+
+"Indeed, Mr. Voice, I dare not," whispered the goodman; and afar off he
+thought he heard his wife calling, "Goodman, where are you? There is no
+wood to burn."
+
+"Will you put them down, or will you carry them forever?" cried the
+voice angrily.
+
+"Truly, I cannot put them down, for I dare not go home without them,"
+answered the goodman, shaking with fear from head to foot. "The goodwife
+would not like it."
+
+"Then carry them forever," said the voice. "You care not for Sunday, and
+you shall never have another Sunday."
+
+The goodman could not tell how it came about, but he felt himself being
+lifted, up, up, up, sticks and all, till he was in the moon.
+
+"Here you shall stay," said the voice sternly. "You will not keep
+Sunday, and here you need not. This is the moon, and so it is always the
+moon's day, or Monday, and Monday it shall be with you always. Whenever
+any one looks up at the moon, he will say, 'See the man with the sticks
+on his back. He was taken to the moon because he gathered wood on
+Sunday.'"
+
+"Oh dear, oh dear," cried the goodman, "what will the goodwife say?"
+
+
+
+
+THE TWIN STARS.
+
+
+In front of the little house was a pine-tree, and every night at the
+time when the children went to bed, a bright star appeared over the top
+of the tree and looked in at the window. The children were brother and
+sister. They were twins, and so they always had each other to play with.
+
+"Now go to sleep," the mother would say when she had kissed them
+good-night, but it was hard to go to sleep when such a beautiful,
+radiant thing was shining in at the window of the little house.
+
+"What do you suppose is in the star?" asked the sister.
+
+"I think there are daisies and honey and violets and butterflies and
+bluebirds," answered the brother.
+
+"And I think there are roses and robins and berries and humming-birds,"
+said the sister.
+
+"There must be trees and grass too, and I am sure there are pearls and
+diamonds."
+
+"I can almost see them now," declared the sister. "I wish we could
+really see them. To-morrow let us go and find the star."
+
+When morning came, the star was gone, but they said, "It was just behind
+the pine-tree, and so it must be on the blue mountain." The blue
+mountain was a long way off, but it looked near, and the twins thought
+they could walk to it in an hour. All day long they walked. They went
+through the lonely woods, they crossed brooks, they climbed hills, and
+still they could not find the radiant star that had looked in at their
+window. The hour had come when their mother always put them to bed and
+kissed them and said good-night, but now they had no mother, no
+good-night kiss, and no bed. They were tired and sleepy. They heard
+strange sounds in the forest, and they were frightened. "I am so tired,"
+the sister whispered. "I am afraid a bear will come. I wish we could see
+the star."
+
+The sky had grown dark, and a star could be seen here and there, but it
+was not their star. They went on till they could go no farther. "We will
+lie down on the grass," said the brother, "and cover ourselves up with
+leaves, and go to sleep."
+
+Tired as they were, they did not have time to go to sleep before they
+heard a bear calling "Ugh! Ugh!" in the woods. They sprang up and ran
+out of the woods, and just before they came to the bottom of the hill,
+they saw right in front of them a beautiful little lake. They were not
+frightened any more, for there in the water was something radiant and
+shining. "It is our own star," said they, "and it has come down to us."
+They never thought of looking up into the sky over their heads. It was
+enough for them that the star was in the water and so near them. But was
+it calling them? They thought so. "Come," cried the brother, "take my
+hand, and we will go to the star." Then the spirit of the skies lifted
+them up gently and carried them away on a beautiful cloud.
+
+The father and mother sat alone in the little house one evening, looking
+sadly out of the window through which the twins had looked. "There is
+the star that they loved," the mother said. "I have often listened to
+them while they talked of it. It is rising over the pine-tree in front
+of the house." They sat and watched the star. It was brighter and more
+radiant than ever, and in it the father and mother saw the faces of
+their lost children. "Oh, take us too, good spirit of the skies!" they
+cried. The spirit heard them, and when the next evening came, close
+beside the star there was another star. In that were the father and
+mother, and at last they and the children were all very happy to be
+together again.
+
+
+
+
+THE LANTERN AND THE FAN.
+
+
+In a Japanese village there once lived a man who had two sons. When the
+sons were grown up, each brought home a wife from another village a long
+distance away. The father was greatly pleased with his two
+daughters-in-law, and for many months they all lived very happily
+together.
+
+At last the two young wives asked to go home to visit their friends.
+Among the Japanese the sons and the sons' wives must always obey the
+father, so the two wives said, "Father-in-law, it is a long, long time
+since we have seen our friends. May we go to our old home and visit
+them?" The father-in-law answered, "No." After many months they asked
+again, and again he answered, "No." Once more they asked. The
+father-in-law thought, "They care nothing for me, or they would not wish
+to leave me, but I have a plan, and I can soon know whether they love
+their father-in-law or not." Then he said to the older of the two wives,
+"You may go if you wish, but you must never come back unless you bring
+me fire wrapped in paper." To the younger he said, "You may go if you
+wish, but you must never come back unless you bring me wind wrapped in
+paper." The father-in-law thought, "Now I shall find out. If they care
+for me, they will search the country through till they find paper that
+will hold fire and wind."
+
+The two young wives were so glad to visit their old friends that for
+almost a month they forgot all about the gifts that they were to carry
+to their father-in-law. At last, when it was time to go home, they were
+greatly troubled about what they must carry with them, and they asked a
+wise man where to find the strange things. "Paper that will hold fire
+and wind!" he cried. "There is no such paper in Japan." The two women
+asked one wise man after another, and every one declared, "There is no
+such paper in Japan." What should they do? They feared they would never
+see their home again. They were so sad that they left their friends and
+wandered a long distance into the forest. Great tears fell from their
+eyes.
+
+"I do not let people cry in my woods," said a voice. "My trees do not
+grow well in salt water."
+
+The poor wives were so sorrowful that they forgot to be afraid, and the
+older one said, "Can we help crying? Unless I can carry to my
+father-in-law fire wrapped in paper, I can never go home." "And I,"
+wailed the younger, "unless I can carry wind wrapped in paper, I can
+never go home. None of the wise men ever heard of such things. What
+shall we do?"
+
+"It is easy enough to wrap fire in paper," answered the voice. "Here is
+a piece of paper. Now watch." They watched, and the strangest thing in
+all the world happened right before their eyes. There was no one to be
+seen, but a piece of paper appeared on the ground and folded itself into
+a Japanese lantern. "Now put a candle inside," said the voice, "and you
+have paper holding fire. What more could you ask?"
+
+Then the older woman was happy, but the younger was still sad. She saw
+now that fire could be carried in paper, but surely no one could carry
+wind. "O dear voice," she cried, "can any one carry wind in paper?"
+
+"That is much easier than to carry fire," replied the voice, "for wind
+does not burn holes. Watch."
+
+They watched eagerly. Another piece of paper came all by itself and lay
+on the ground between them. There was a picture on it of a tree covered
+with white blossoms. Two women stood under the tree, gathering the
+blossoms.
+
+"The two women are yourselves," said the voice, "and the blossoms are
+the gifts that the father-in-law will give you when you go home."
+
+"But I cannot go home," the younger wailed, "for I cannot carry wind
+wrapped in paper."
+
+"Here is the paper, and there is always plenty of wind. Why not take
+them?"
+
+"Indeed, I do not know how," the younger woman answered sorrowfully.
+
+"This way, of course," said the voice. Some long, light twigs flew to
+the paper. It folded itself, over, under, together. It opened and
+closed, and it waved itself before the tearful face of the younger
+woman. "Does not the wind come to your face?" asked the voice, "and is
+it not the fan that has brought it? The lantern carries fire wrapped in
+paper, and the fan carries wind wrapped in paper."
+
+Then, indeed, the two young women were happy, and when they came to the
+home of their father-in-law, he was as glad as they. He gave them
+beautiful gifts of gold and silver, and he said, "No one ever had such
+marvels before as the lantern and the fan, but in my home there are two
+more precious things than these, and they are my two dear daughters."
+
+
+
+
+VOCABULARY OF THE BOOK OF NATURE MYTHS.
+
+
+NOTE.--This vocabulary is supplementary to that of THE HIAWATHA PRIMER.
+Nouns and verbs which are inflected regularly are entered under but one
+form.
+
+_Pages 1-4_
+first
+humming-bird
+ago
+know
+flames
+last
+people
+
+_Pages 4-7_
+again
+fled
+
+_Pages 7-9_
+grew
+
+_Pages 10-12_
+butterflies
+stones
+some
+would
+men
+could
+beauty
+life
+
+_Pages 13-15_
+woodpecker
+man
+cake
+put
+bake
+large
+small
+
+_Pages 15-19_
+magician
+fever
+breath
+shot
+fight
+ever
+wound
+head
+crest
+another
+blood
+
+_Pages 19-23_
+serpent
+hissed
+cat
+shut
+quick
+always
+fall
+
+_Pages 23-28_
+swallow
+tail
+forked
+animals
+year
+meet
+mosquito
+whose
+tore
+tongue
+
+_Pages 28-31_
+hares
+snowflakes
+feet
+firebrand
+
+_Pages 31-34_
+magpie
+time
+home
+warm
+brought
+merrily
+sorry
+eggs
+busy
+taking
+care
+well
+
+_Pages 34-36_
+raven
+thief
+happened
+wood-worm
+only
+himself
+pieces
+
+_Pages 36-40_
+more
+gone
+get
+let
+any
+wolf
+pond
+near
+bat
+rain
+quickly
+
+_Pages 40, 41_
+catch
+caught
+tried
+curled
+throw
+
+_Pages 41, 42_
+fast
+hand
+soon
+
+_Pages 43-46_
+quail
+snipe
+never
+crept
+carrying
+pulled
+bill
+legs
+mole
+
+_Pages 47-49_
+sheds
+grandfather
+marsh
+drink
+drank
+burst
+done
+off
+
+_Pages 50-52_
+dove
+manito
+brave
+crying
+Hoots
+too
+known
+most
+
+_Pages 52-56_
+parrot
+repeats
+truth
+ox
+owner
+yes
+villagers
+punish
+next
+think
+jar
+even
+storm
+thunder
+mocking-bird
+replied
+
+_Pages 56-59_
+cunning
+baby
+voices
+owned
+own
+mock
+
+_Pages 60-64_
+fox
+sheep
+cows
+fields
+growl
+should
+Mr.
+eaten
+cream
+
+_Pages 64-67_
+girl
+whom
+treated
+sister
+happy
+please
+covered
+really
+
+_Pages 68-70_
+troubles
+lies
+remember
+dies
+lip
+split
+
+_Pages 70-72_
+peetweet
+flies
+eagerly
+lakes
+hollows
+thirsty
+
+_Pages 72-75_
+short
+fish
+such
+easy
+ice
+frozen
+hole
+worse
+slowly
+angrily
+wish
+
+_Pages 76-78_
+wren
+king
+choose
+which
+wise
+than
+eagle
+wisest
+
+_Pages 79-82_
+often
+does
+wicked
+strange
+knife
+sharpen
+harm
+
+_Pages 83-86_
+grasshopper
+country
+Tithonus
+goddess
+Aurora
+begged
+speak
+roamed
+fairest
+immortal
+
+_Pages 86-89_
+oriole
+power
+ruler
+master
+yield
+clouds
+lightning
+may
+hornet
+
+_Pages 89-93_
+peacock
+Juno
+queen
+world
+played
+tricks
+Argus
+hundred
+Mercury
+belonged
+
+_Pages 93-95_
+bees
+tribes
+while
+honey
+
+_Pages 96-98_
+rich
+poor
+sowed
+ground
+seed
+mine
+
+_Pages 98-102_
+ants
+full
+almost
+house
+sense
+smell
+pearl
+lost
+dire
+named
+bag
+box
+bagged
+
+_Pages 103-106_
+face
+after
+top
+gaze
+side
+far-away
+
+_Pages 107-110_
+diamonds
+chief
+enemies
+stolen
+search
+mourned
+wife
+Moneta
+mother
+tears
+indeed
+
+_Pages 111-114_
+Runoia
+shyly
+true
+sweet
+kinds
+harp
+touched
+strings
+wailing
+
+_Pages 114-117_
+emeralds
+vase
+precious
+air
+India
+roll
+waves
+deepest
+
+_Pages 118-122_
+flown
+berries
+broken
+might
+spring
+willow
+spruce
+juniper
+
+_Pages 122-125_
+aspen
+guides
+swarm
+reason
+despise
+both
+anywhere
+places
+
+_Pages 125-128_
+heather
+plants
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+
+_Pages 128-132_
+flax
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+spin
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+linen
+Holda
+
+_Pages 133-135_
+cranberries
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+
+_Pages 135-138_
+salt
+Frothi
+millstones
+grind
+gate
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+ship
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+bottom
+
+_Pages 138-141_
+crane
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+
+_Pages 142-145_
+Turtle
+fierce
+dare
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+sure
+shields
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+just
+declared
+
+_Pages 145-150_
+crocodile
+wide
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+kingdom
+calm
+swim
+suddenly
+dragged
+open
+anything
+carried
+sword
+able
+
+_Pages 150-154_
+Japan
+picture
+changing
+dragon
+island
+mean
+used
+tell
+moment
+
+_Pages 155-159_
+pass
+perhaps
+brooks
+better
+followed
+course
+hurt
+left
+enough
+felt
+pleasant
+quiet
+playmates
+forgotten
+complained
+
+_Pages 160-164_
+cousins
+quarreled
+less
+hard
+ought
+mount
+hunger
+weak
+pretty
+daughter
+
+_Pages 165-168_
+dream
+radiant
+raised
+peaks
+rough
+unkind
+stay
+spread
+message
+dropped
+
+_Pages 169-172_
+idea
+rarely
+lynx
+twice
+wolverine
+chanced
+realized
+fingers
+arched
+end
+nose
+boo-hoo
+
+_Pages 172-175_
+otter
+badger
+summit
+climb
+reach
+floor
+
+_Pages 175-179_
+snowdrop
+deeds
+muttered
+counted
+outside
+interrupted
+rumors
+whether
+tales
+gravely
+turn
+shake
+appear
+
+_Pages 179-184_
+tiny
+neither
+grove
+invisible
+discovered
+became
+blow
+fell
+deep
+try
+fallen
+
+_Pages 184-188_
+delightful
+imagined
+corner
+luxuries
+arrange
+promised
+agreed
+charming
+suppose
+stay
+invite
+invitation
+bring
+
+_Pages 188-193_
+monkey
+plan
+shook
+rather
+paws
+something
+part
+behave
+toward
+fruit
+welcome
+hungry
+
+_Pages 193-197_
+hill
+Jack
+Jill
+plenty
+pail
+especially
+game
+spilled
+tumbling
+crown
+
+_Pages 197-200_
+gather
+sticks
+to-morrow
+Sunday
+dinner
+burn
+sternly
+cook
+to-day
+Monday
+
+_Pages 200-204_
+front
+window
+twins
+kissed
+tired
+way
+hour
+frightened
+grown
+ourselves
+
+_Pages 204-209_
+fan
+lantern
+distance
+law
+months
+wives
+since
+visit
+unless
+wrapped
+paper
+folded
+under
+
+
+
+
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+Release Date: August 27, 2007 [EBook #22420]
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+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 284px;">
+<img src="images/image01.jpg" width="284" height="450" alt="FROM THE WIGWAM OF THE GREAT SPIRIT (page 2)" title="" />
+<span class="caption">FROM THE WIGWAM OF THE GREAT SPIRIT <a href="#Page_2">(page 2</a>)</span>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<h1>THE BOOK OF NATURE MYTHS</h1>
+
+<h2>BY FLORENCE HOLBROOK</h2>
+
+<h3>PRINCIPAL OF FORESTVILLE SCHOOL, CHICAGO</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 125px;">
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+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In preparing the Book of Nature Myths the desire has been to make a
+second reader which would be adapted to the child's interest, ability,
+and progress.</p>
+
+<p>The subject-matter is of permanent value, culled from the folk-lore of
+the primitive races; the vocabulary, based upon that of the Hiawatha
+Primer, is increased gradually, and the new words and phrases will add
+to the child's power of expression. The na&iuml;ve explanations of the
+phenomena of nature given by the primitive races appeal to the child's
+wonder about the same phenomena, and he is pleased and interested. These
+myths will gratify the child's desire for complete stories, and their
+intrinsic merit makes them valuable for oral reproduction.</p>
+
+<p>The stories have been adapted to youthful minds from myths contained in
+the works of many students of folk-lore whose scholarship is undisputed.
+Special acknowledgment is due Miss Eva March Tappan for her valuable
+assistance in the final revision of the text.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>PAGE</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the First Humming-bird.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Part I. The Great Fire-mountain</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_1'>1</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Part II. The Frolic of the Flames</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_4'>4</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Part III. The Bird of Flame</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_7'>7</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the First Butterflies</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_10'>10</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the First Woodpecker</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_13'>13</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Woodpecker's Head is Red</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_15'>15</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Cat always falls upon her Feet</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_19'>19</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Swallow's Tail is Forked</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_23'>23</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the White Hares have Black Ears</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_28'>28</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Magpie's Nest is not well built</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_31'>31</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Raven's Feathers are Black</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_34'>34</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>How Fire was brought to the Indians.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Part I. Seizing the Firebrand</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_36'>36</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Part II. The Firebrand in the Forest</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_40'>40</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Part III. The Firebrand in the Pond</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_41'>41</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>How the Quail became a Snipe</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_43'>43</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Serpent sheds his Skin</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_47'>47</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Dove is Timid</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_50'>50</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Parrot repeats the Words of Men</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_52'>52</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the First Mocking-bird</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_56'>56</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Tail of the Fox has a White Tip</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_60'>60</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the First Frogs</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_64'>64</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Rabbit is Timid</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_68'>68</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Peetweet cries for Rain</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_70'>70</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Bear has a Short Tail</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_72'>72</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Wren flies Close to the Earth</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_76'>76</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Hoofs of the Deer are Split</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_79'>79</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the First Grasshopper</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_83'>83</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the Oriole</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_86'>86</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Peacock's Tail has a Hundred Eyes</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_89'>89</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the Bees and the Flies</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_93'>93</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the First Moles</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_96'>96</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the First Ants</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_98'>98</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Face of the Manito</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_103'>103</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the First Diamonds</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_107'>107</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the First Pearls</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_111'>111</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the First Emeralds</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_114'>114</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Evergreen Trees never lose their Leaves</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_118'>118</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Aspen Leaves tremble</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_122'>122</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>How the Blossoms came to the Heather</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_125'>125</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>How Flax was given to Men</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_128'>128</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Juniper has Berries</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_133'>133</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Sea is Salt</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_135'>135</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the First Whitefish</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_138'>138</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Was it the First Turtle?</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_142'>142</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Crocodile has a Wide Mouth</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_145'>145</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the Picture on the Vase</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_150'>150</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Water in Rivers is never Still</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_155'>155</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>How the Raven helped Men</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_160'>160</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the Earth and Sky</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_165'>165</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>How Summer came to the Earth.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Part I.</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_169'>169</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Part II.</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_172'>172</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Story of the First Snowdrops</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_175'>175</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why the Face of the Moon is White</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_179'>179</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why all Men love the Moon</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_184'>184</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why there is a Hare in the Moon</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_188'>188</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Children in the Moon</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_193'>193</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Why there is a Man in the Moon</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_197'>197</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Twin Stars</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_200'>200</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>The Lantern and the Fan</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_204'>204</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Vocabulary</td><td align='right'><a href='#Page_211'>211</a></td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE BOOK OF NATURE MYTHS.</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE FIRST HUMMING-BIRD.</h2>
+
+
+<h3>PART I. THE GREAT FIRE-MOUNTAIN.</h3>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>"It is the moon," said one.</p>
+
+<p>"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 lights?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, the northern lights are not like this, and it is not a comet. What
+can it be?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>"Do the flames and smoke come from the wigwam of the Great Spirit?"
+asked one.</p>
+
+<p>"I fear that he is angry with his children, and that the flames are his
+fiery war-clubs," whispered the other. No sleep came to their eyes. All
+night long they watched and wondered, and waited in terror for the
+morning.</p>
+
+<p>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."</p>
+
+<p>They walked and walked till they came close to the mountain, and then
+they saw fire shining through the seams of the rocks.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> "It is a mountain
+of fire," one whispered. "Shall we go on?" "We will," said the other,
+and they went higher and higher up the mountain. At last they stood upon
+its highest point. "Now we know the secret," they cried. "Our people
+will be glad when they hear this."</p>
+
+<p>Swiftly they went home through the forest to their own village. "We have
+found a wonder," they cried. "We have found the home of the Fire Spirit.
+We know where she keeps her flames to help the Great Spirit and his
+children. It is a mountain of fire. Blue smoke rises above it night and
+day, for its heart is a fiery sea, and on the sea the red flames leap
+and dance. Come with us to the wonderful mountain of fire."</p>
+
+<p>The people of the village had been cold in the winter nights, and they
+cried, "O brothers, your words are good. We will move our lodges to the
+foot of the magic mountain. We can light our wigwam fires from its
+flames, and we shall not fear that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> we shall perish in the long, cold
+nights of winter."</p>
+
+<p>So the Indians went to live at the foot of the fire-mountain, and when
+the cold nights came, they said, "We are not cold, for the Spirit of
+Fire is our good friend, and she keeps her people from perishing."</p>
+
+
+<h3>PART II. THE FROLIC OF THE FLAMES.</h3>
+
+<p>For many and many a moon the people of the village lived at the foot of
+the great fire-mountain. On summer evenings, the children watched the
+light, and when a child asked, "Father, what makes it?" the father said,
+"That is the home of the Great Spirit of Fire, who is our good friend."
+Then all in the little village went to sleep and lay safely on their
+beds till the coming of the morning.</p>
+
+<p>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 war-dance. They seized great rocks and threw<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> 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,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>
+"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."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 339px;">
+<img src="images/image12.jpg" width="339" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>At last, one of the warriors in the village awoke. The thick smoke was
+in his nostrils. In his ears was the war-cry 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.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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 bird-song
+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."</p>
+
+
+<h3>PART III. THE BIRD OF FLAME</h3>
+
+<p>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."</p>
+
+<p>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 children from their homes, but for many, many moons they heeded my
+words and were good and gentle. They drove the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> frost and cold of winter
+from the wigwams of the village. The little children 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."</p>
+
+<p>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 children will fear them now; but because the children
+once loved them, the beautiful colors of the flames shall still live to
+make glad the hearts of all who look upon them."</p>
+
+<p>Then the Great Spirit struck the mountain with his magic war-club. 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!</p>
+
+<p>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 wings and
+fly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> far away from the cruel fires, and all my children will love you as
+I do." Swiftly the little thing rose above the mountain and flew away in
+the sunshine. The light of the flames was still on its head; their
+marvelous colors were on its wings.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/image16.jpg" width="450" height="253" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>So from the mountain's heart of fire sprang the first humming-bird. It
+is the bird of flame, for it has all the beauty of the colors of the
+flame, but it is gentle, and every child in all the earth loves it and
+is glad to see it fluttering over the flowers.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE FIRST BUTTERFLIES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>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."</p>
+
+<p>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 sea-creatures. "My children will love the prairies, the
+forests, and the seas," he thought, "but the mountains look dark and
+cold. They are very dear to me, but how shall I make my children go to
+them and so learn to love them?"</p>
+
+<p>Long 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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> shining with all the lovely colors of the
+beautiful rainbow. "All my children 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."</p>
+
+<p>When the stones were made and the Great Spirit looked upon their beauty,
+he said, "I will not hide you all away in the seams of the rocks. Some
+of you shall be out in the sunshine, so that the little children who
+cannot go to the mountains shall see your colors." Then the southwind
+came by, and as he went, he sang softly of forests flecked with light
+and shadow, of birds and their nests in the leafy trees. He sang of long
+summer days and the music of waters beating upon the shore. He sang of
+the moonlight and the starlight. All the wonders of the night, all the
+beauty of the morning, were in his song.</p>
+
+<p>"Dear southwind," said the Great Spirit "here are some beautiful things
+for you to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> bear away with, you to your summer home. You will love them,
+and all the little children will love them." At these words of the Great
+Spirit, all the stones before him stirred with life and lifted
+themselves on many-colored wings. They fluttered away in the sunshine,
+and the southwind sang to them as they went.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/image19.jpg" width="450" height="249" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>So it was that the first butterflies came from a beautiful thought of
+the Great Spirit, and in their wings were all the colors of the shining
+stones that he did not wish to hide away.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE FIRST WOODPECKER.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In the days of long ago the Great Spirit came down from the sky and
+talked with men. Once as he went up and down the earth, he came to the
+wigwam of a woman. He went into the wigwam and sat down by the fire, but
+he looked like an old man, and the woman did not know who he was.</p>
+
+<p>"I have fasted for many days," said the Great Spirit to the woman. "Will
+you give me some food?" The woman made a very little cake and put it on
+the fire. "You can have this cake," she said, "if you will wait for it
+to bake." "I will wait," he said.</p>
+
+<p>When the cake was baked, the woman stood and looked at it. She thought,
+"It is very large. I thought it was small. I will not give him so large
+a cake as that." So she put it away and made a small one. "If you will
+wait, I will give you this when it is baked," she said, and the Great
+Spirit said, "I will wait."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>When that cake was baked, it was larger than the first one. "It is so
+large that I will keep it for a feast," she thought. So she said to her
+guest, "I will not give you this cake, but if you will wait, I will make
+you another one." "I will wait," said the Great Spirit again.</p>
+
+<p>Then the woman made another cake. It was still smaller than the others
+had been at first, but when she went to the fire for it, she found it
+the largest of all. She did not know that the Great Spirit's magic had
+made each cake larger, and she thought, "This is a marvel, but I will
+not give away the largest cake of all." So she said to her guest, "I
+have no food for you. Go to the forest and look there for your food. You
+can find it in the bark of the trees, if you will."</p>
+
+<p>The Great Spirit was angry when he heard the words of the woman. He rose
+up from where he sat and threw back his cloak. "A woman must be good and
+gentle," he said, "and you are cruel. You shall no longer be a woman and
+live in a wigwam. You<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> shall go out into the forest and hunt for your
+food in the bark of trees."</p>
+
+<p>The Great Spirit stamped his foot on the earth, and the woman grew
+smaller and smaller. Wings started from her body and feathers grew upon
+her. With a loud cry she rose from the earth and flew away to the
+forest.</p>
+
+<p>And to this day all woodpeckers live in the forest and hunt for their
+food in the bark of trees.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE WOODPECKER'S HEAD IS RED.</h2>
+
+
+<p>One day the woodpecker said to the Great Spirit, "Men do not like me. I
+wish they did."</p>
+
+<p>The Great Spirit said, "If you wish men to love you, you must be good to
+them and help them. Then they will call you their friend."</p>
+
+<p>"How can a little bird help a man?" asked the woodpecker.</p>
+
+<p>"If one wishes to help, the day will come when he can help," said the
+Great Spirit.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> The day did come, and this story shows how a little bird
+helped a strong warrior.</p>
+
+<p>There was once a cruel magician who lived in a gloomy wigwam beside the
+Black-Sea-Water. He did not like flowers, and they did not blossom in
+his pathway. He did not like birds, and they did not sing in the trees
+above him. The breath of his nostrils was fatal to all life. North,
+south, east, and west he blew the deadly fever that killed the women and
+the little children.</p>
+
+<p>"Can I help them?" thought a brave warrior, and he said, "I will find
+the magician, and see if death will not come to him as he has made it
+come to others. I will go straightway to his home."</p>
+
+<p>For many days the brave warrior was in his canoe traveling across the
+Black-Sea-Water. At last he saw the gloomy wigwam of the cruel magician.
+He shot an arrow at the door and called, "Come out, O coward! You have
+killed women and children with your fatal breath, but you cannot kill a
+warrior. Come out and fight, if you are not afraid."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The cruel magician laughed loud and long. "One breath of fever," he
+said, "and you will fall to the earth." The warrior shot again, and then
+the magician was angry. He did not laugh, but he came straight out of
+his gloomy lodge, and as he came, he blew the fever all about him.</p>
+
+<p>Then was seen the greatest fight that the sun had ever looked upon. The
+brave warrior shot his flint-tipped arrows, but the magician had on his
+magic cloak, and the arrows could not wound him. He blew from his
+nostrils the deadly breath of fever, but the heart of the warrior was so
+strong that the fever could not kill him.</p>
+
+<p>At last the brave warrior had but three arrows in his quiver. "What
+shall I do?" he said sadly. "My arrows are good and my aim is good, but
+no arrow can go through the magic cloak."</p>
+
+<p>"Come on, come on," called the magician. "You are the man who wished to
+fight. Come on." Then a woodpecker in a tree above the brave warrior
+said softly, "Aim<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> your arrow at his head, O warrior! Do not shoot at
+his heart, but at the crest of feathers on his head. He can be wounded
+there, but not in his heart."</p>
+
+<p>The warrior was not so proud that he could not listen to a little bird.
+The magician bent to lift a stone, and an arrow flew from the warrior's
+bow. It buzzed and stung like a wasp. It came so close to the crest of
+feathers that the magician trembled with terror. Before he could run,
+another arrow came, and this one struck him right on his crest. His
+heart grew cold with fear. "Death has struck me," he cried.</p>
+
+<p>"Your cruel life is over," said the warrior. "People shall no longer
+fear your fatal breath." Then he said to the woodpecker, "Little bird,
+you have been a good friend to me, and I will do all that I can for
+you." He put some of the red blood of the magician upon the little
+creature's head. It made the crest of feathers there as red as flame.
+"Whenever a man looks upon you," said the warrior, "he will say, 'That
+bird<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> is our friend. He helped to kill the cruel magician.'"</p>
+
+<p>The little woodpecker was very proud of his red crest because it showed
+that he was the friend of man, and all his children to this day are as
+proud as he was.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/image26.jpg" width="450" height="181" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE CAT ALWAYS FALLS UPON HER FEET.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Some magicians are cruel, but others are gentle and good to all the
+creatures of the earth. One of these good magicians was one day
+traveling in a great forest. The sun rose high in the heavens, and he
+lay down at the foot of a tree. Soft, green moss grew all about him. The
+sun shining<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> through the leaves made flecks of light and shadow upon the
+earth. He heard the song of the bird and the lazy buzz of the wasp. The
+wind rustled the leafy boughs above him. All the music of the forest
+lulled him to slumber, and he closed his eyes.</p>
+
+<p>As the magician lay asleep, a great serpent came softly from the
+thicket. It lifted high its shining crest and saw the man at the foot of
+the tree. "I will kill him!" it hissed. "I could have eaten that cat
+last night if he had not called, 'Watch, little cat, watch!' I will kill
+him, I will kill him!"</p>
+
+<p>Closer and closer the deadly serpent moved. The magician stirred in his
+sleep. "Watch, little cat, watch!" he said softly. The serpent drew
+back, but the magician's eyes were shut, and it went closer. It hissed
+its war-cry. The sleeping magician did not move. The serpent was upon
+him&mdash;no, far up in the high branches of the tree above his head the
+little cat lay hidden. She had seen the serpent when it came from the
+thicket.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 288px;">
+<img src="images/image28.jpg" width="288" height="450" alt="SHE LEAPED DOWN UPON THE SERPENT" title="" />
+<span class="caption">SHE LEAPED DOWN UPON THE SERPENT</span>
+</div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p>
+<p>She watched it as it went closer and closer to the sleeping man, and she
+heard it hiss its war-cry. The little cat's body quivered with anger and
+with fear, for she was so little and the serpent was so big. "The
+magician was very good to me," she thought, and she leaped down upon the
+serpent.</p>
+
+<p>Oh, how angry the serpent was! It hissed, and the flames shot from its
+eyes. It struck wildly at the brave little cat, but now the cat had no
+fear. Again and again she leaped upon the serpent's head, and at last
+the creature lay dead beside the sleeping man whom it had wished to
+kill.</p>
+
+<p>When the magician awoke, the little cat lay on the earth, and not far
+away was the dead serpent. He knew at once what the cat had done, and he
+said, "Little cat, what can I do to show you honor for your brave fight?
+Your eyes are quick to see, and your ears are quick to hear. You can run
+very swiftly. I know what I can do for you. You shall be known over the
+earth as the friend of man, and you shall always<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> have a home in the
+home of man. And one thing more, little cat: you leaped from the high
+tree to kill the deadly serpent, and now as long as you live, you shall
+leap where you will, and you shall always fall upon your feet."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE SWALLOW'S TAIL IS FORKED.</h2>
+
+
+<p>This is the story of how the swallow's tail came to be forked.</p>
+
+<p>One day the Great Spirit asked all the animals that he had made to come
+to his lodge. Those that could fly came first: the robin, the bluebird,
+the owl, the butterfly, the wasp, and the firefly. Behind them came the
+chicken, fluttering its wings and trying hard to keep up. Then came the
+deer, the squirrel, the serpent, the cat, and the rabbit. Last of all
+came the bear, the beaver, and the hedgehog. Every one traveled as
+swiftly as he could, for each wished to hear the words of the Great
+Spirit.</p>
+
+<p>"I have called you together," said the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> Great Spirit, "because I often
+hear you scold and fret. What do you wish me to do for you? How can I
+help you?"</p>
+
+<p>"I do not like to hunt so long for my food," said the bear.</p>
+
+<p>"I do not like to build nests," said the bluebird.</p>
+
+<p>"I do not like to live in the water," said the beaver.</p>
+
+<p>"And I do not like to live in a tree," said the squirrel.</p>
+
+<p>At last man stood erect before the Great Spirit and said, "O Great
+Father, the serpent feasts upon my blood. Will you not give him some
+other food?"</p>
+
+<p>"And why?" asked the Great Spirit.</p>
+
+<p>"Because I am the first of all the creatures you have made," answered
+man proudly.</p>
+
+<p>Then every animal in the lodge was angry to hear the words of man. The
+squirrel chattered, the wasp buzzed, the owl hooted, and the serpent
+hissed.</p>
+
+<p>"Hush, be still," said the Great Spirit.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> "You are, O man, the first of
+my creatures, but I am the father of all. Each one has his rights, and
+the serpent must have his food. Mosquito, you are a great traveler. Now
+fly away and find what creature's blood is best for the serpent. Do you
+all come back in a year and a day."</p>
+
+<p>The animals straightway went to their homes. Some went to the river,
+some to the forest, and some to the prairie, to wait for the day when
+they must meet at the lodge of the Great Spirit.</p>
+
+<p>The mosquito traveled over the earth and stung every creature that he
+met to find whose blood was the best for the serpent. On his way back to
+the lodge of the Great Spirit he looked up into the sky, and there was
+the swallow.</p>
+
+<p>"Good-day, swallow," called the mosquito.</p>
+
+<p>"I am glad to see you, my friend," sang the swallow. "Are you going to
+the lodge of the Great Spirit? And have you found out whose blood is
+best for the serpent?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"The blood of man," answered the mosquito.</p>
+
+<p>The mosquito did not like man, but the swallow had always been his
+friend. "What can I do to help man?" he thought. "Oh, I know what I can
+do." Then he asked the mosquito, "Whose blood did you say?"</p>
+
+<p>"Man's blood," said the mosquito; "that is best."</p>
+
+<p>"<i>This</i> is best," said the swallow, and he tore out the mosquito's
+tongue.</p>
+
+<p>The mosquito buzzed angrily and went quickly to the Great Spirit.</p>
+
+<p>"All the animals are here," said the Great Spirit. "They are waiting to
+hear whose blood is best for the serpent."</p>
+
+<p>The mosquito tried to answer, "The blood of man," but he could not say a
+word. He could make no sound but "Kss-ksss-ksssss!"</p>
+
+<p>"What do you say?"</p>
+
+<p>"Kss-ksss-ksssss!" buzzed the mosquito angrily.</p>
+
+<p>All the creatures wondered. Then said the swallow:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Great Father, the mosquito is timid and cannot answer you. I met him
+before we came, and he told me whose blood it was."</p>
+
+<p>"Then let us know at once," said the Great Spirit.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 251px;">
+<img src="images/image34.jpg" width="251" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>"It is the blood of the frog," answered<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> the swallow quickly. "Is it not
+so, friend mosquito?"</p>
+
+<p>"Kss-ksss-ksssss!" hissed the angry mosquito.</p>
+
+<p>"The serpent shall have the frog's blood," said the Great Spirit. "Man
+shall be his food no longer."</p>
+
+<p>Now the serpent was angry with the swallow, for he did not like frog's
+blood. As the swallow flew near him, he seized him by the tail and tore
+away a little of it. This is why the swallow's tail is forked, and it is
+why man always looks upon the swallow as his friend.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE WHITE HARES HAVE BLACK EARS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In the forest there is a beautiful spirit. All the beasts and all the
+birds are dear to him, and he likes to have them gentle and good. One
+morning he saw some of his little white hares fighting one another, and
+each trying to seize the best of the food.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh, my selfish little hares," he said sadly, "why do you fight and try
+to seize the best of everything for yourselves? Why do you not live in
+love together?"</p>
+
+<p>"Tell us a story and we will be good," cried the hares.</p>
+
+<p>Then the spirit of the forest was glad. "I will tell you a story of how
+you first came to live on the green earth with the other animals," he
+said, "and why it is that you are white, and the other hares are not."</p>
+
+<p>Then the little hares came close about the spirit of the forest, and sat
+very still to hear the story.</p>
+
+<p>"Away up above the stars," the gentle spirit began, "the sky children
+were all together one snowy day. They threw snowflakes at one another,
+and some of the snowflakes fell from the sky. They came down swiftly
+between the stars and among the branches of the trees. At last they lay
+on the green earth. They were the first that had ever come to the earth,
+and no one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> knew what they were. The swallow asked, 'What are they?' and
+the butterfly answered, 'I do not know.' The spirit of the sky was
+listening, and he said, 'We call them snowflakes.'</p>
+
+<p>"'I never heard of snowflakes. Are they birds or beasts?' asked the
+butterfly.</p>
+
+<p>"'They are snowflakes,' answered the spirit of the sky, 'but they are
+magic snowflakes. Watch them closely.'</p>
+
+<p>"The swallow and the butterfly watched. Every snowflake showed two
+bright eyes, then two long ears, then some soft feet, and there were the
+whitest, softest little hares that were ever seen."</p>
+
+<p>"Were we the little white hares?" asked the listeners.</p>
+
+<p>"You were the little white hares," answered the spirit, "and if you are
+gentle and good, you will always be white."</p>
+
+<p>The hares were not gentle and good; they were fretful, and before long
+they were scolding and fighting again. The gentle spirit was angry. "I
+must get a firebrand<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> and beat them with it," he said, "for they must
+learn to be good."</p>
+
+<p>So the hares were beaten with the firebrand till their ears were black
+as night. Their bodies were still white, but if the spirit hears them
+scolding and fighting again, it may be that we shall see their bodies as
+black as their ears.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE MAGPIE'S NEST IS NOT WELL BUILT.</h2>
+
+
+<p>A long time ago all the birds met together to talk about building nests.</p>
+
+<p>"Every Indian has a wigwam," said the robin, "and every bird needs a
+home."</p>
+
+<p>"Indians have no feathers," said the owl, "and so they are cold without
+wigwams. We have feathers."</p>
+
+<p>"I keep warm by flying swiftly," said the swallow.</p>
+
+<p>"And I keep warm by fluttering my wings," said the humming-bird.</p>
+
+<p>"By and by we shall have our little ones,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> said the robin. "They will
+have no feathers on their wings, so they cannot fly or flutter; and they
+will be cold. How shall we keep them warm if we have no nests?"</p>
+
+<p>Then all the birds said, "We will build nests so that our little ones
+will be warm."</p>
+
+<p>The birds went to work. One brought twigs, one brought moss, and one
+brought leaves. They sang together merrily, for they thought of the
+little ones that would some time come to live in the warm nests.</p>
+
+<p>Now the magpie was lazy, and she sat still and watched the others at
+their work.</p>
+
+<p>"Come and build your nest in the reeds and rushes," cried one bird, but
+the magpie said "No."</p>
+
+<p>"My nest is on the branch of a tree," called another, "and it rocks like
+a child's cradle. Come and build beside it," but the magpie said "No."</p>
+
+<p>Before long all the birds but the magpie had their nests built. The
+magpie cried, "I do not know how to build a nest. Will you not help me?"</p>
+
+<p>The other birds were sorry for her and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> answered, "We will teach you."
+The black-bird said, "Put the twigs on this bough;" the robin said, "Put
+the leaves between the twigs;" and the humming-bird said, "Put this soft
+green moss over it all."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/image40.jpg" width="450" height="253" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>"I do not know how," cried the magpie.</p>
+
+<p>"We are teaching you," said the other birds. But the magpie was lazy,
+and she thought, "If I do not learn, they will build a nest for me."</p>
+
+<p>The other birds talked together. "She does not wish to learn," they
+said, "and we will not help her any longer." So they went away from her.</p>
+
+<p>Then the magpie was sorry. "Come back," she called, "and I will learn."
+But<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> by this time the other birds had eggs in their nests, and they were
+busy taking care of them, and had no time to teach the lazy magpie. This
+is why the magpie's nest is not well built.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE RAVEN'S FEATHERS ARE BLACK.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Long, long ago the raven's feathers were white as snow. He was a
+beautiful bird, but the other birds did not like him because he was a
+thief. When they saw him coming, they would hide away the things that
+they cared for most, but in some marvelous way he always found them and
+took them to his nest in the pine-tree.</p>
+
+<p>One morning the raven heard a little bird singing merrily in a thicket.
+The leaves of the trees were dark green, and the little bird's yellow
+feathers looked like sunshine among them.</p>
+
+<p>"I will have that bird," said the raven, and he seized the trembling
+little thing.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The yellow bird fluttered and cried, "Help, help! Will no one come and
+help me!"</p>
+
+<p>The other birds happened to be far away, and not one heard her cries.
+"The raven will kill me," she called. "Help, help!"</p>
+
+<p>Now hidden in the bark of a tree was a wood-worm.</p>
+
+<p>"I am only a wood-worm," he said to himself, "and I cannot fly like a
+bird, but the yellow bird has been good to me, and I will do what I can
+to help her."</p>
+
+<p>When the sun set, the raven went to sleep. Then the wood-worm made his
+way softly up the pine-tree to the raven's nest, and bound his feet
+together with grass and pieces of birch-bark.</p>
+
+<p>"Fly away," whispered the wood-worm softly to the little yellow bird,
+"and come to see me by and by. I must teach the raven not to be cruel to
+the other birds."</p>
+
+<p>The little yellow bird flew away, and the wood-worm brought twigs, and
+moss, and birch-bark, and grass, and put them around<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> the tree. Then he
+set them all on fire. Up the great pine-tree went the flames, leaping
+from bough to bough.</p>
+
+<p>"Fire! fire!" cried the raven. "Come and help me! My nest is on fire!"</p>
+
+<p>The other birds were not sorry to see him flutter. "He is a thief," said
+they. "Let him be in the fire."</p>
+
+<p>By and by the fire burned the grass and the pieces of birch-bark that
+fastened his feet together, and the raven flew away. He was not burned,
+but he could no longer be proud of his shining white feathers, for the
+smoke had made every one of them as black as night.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>HOW FIRE WAS BROUGHT TO THE INDIANS.</h2>
+
+
+<h3>PART I. SEIZING THE FIREBRAND.</h3>
+
+<p>Oh, it was so cold! The wind blew the leaves about on the ground. The
+frost spirit hid on the north side of every tree, and stung every animal
+of the forest that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> came near. Then the snow fell till the ground was
+white. Through the snowflakes one could see the sun, but the sun looked
+cold, for it was not a clear, bright yellow. It was almost as white as
+the moon.</p>
+
+<p>The Indians drew their cloaks more and more closely around them, for
+they had no fire.</p>
+
+<p>"How shall we get fire?" they asked, but no one answered.</p>
+
+<p>All the fire on earth was in the wigwam of two old women who did not
+like the Indians.</p>
+
+<p>"They shall not have it," said the old women, and they watched night and
+day so that no one could get a firebrand.</p>
+
+<p>At last a young Indian said to the others, "No man can get fire. Let us
+ask the animals to help us."</p>
+
+<p>"What beast or what bird can get fire when the two old women are
+watching it?" the others cried.</p>
+
+<p>"The bear might get it."</p>
+
+<p>"No, he cannot run swiftly."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"The deer can run."</p>
+
+<p>"His antlers would not go through the door of the wigwam."</p>
+
+<p>"The raven can go through the door."</p>
+
+<p>"It was smoke that made the raven's feathers black, and now he always
+keeps away from the fire."</p>
+
+<p>"The serpent has not been in the smoke."</p>
+
+<p>"No, but he is not our friend, and he will not do anything for us."</p>
+
+<p>"Then I will ask the wolf," said the young man. "He can run, he has no
+antlers, and he has not been in the smoke."</p>
+
+<p>So the young man went to the wolf and called, "Friend wolf, if you will
+get us a firebrand, I will give you some food every day."</p>
+
+<p>"I will get it," said the wolf. "Go to the home of the old women and
+hide behind a tree; and when you hear me cough three times, give a loud
+war-cry."</p>
+
+<p>Close by the village of the Indians was a pond. In the pond was a frog,
+and near the pond lived a squirrel, a bat, a bear, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> a deer. The wolf
+cried, "Frog, hide in the rushes across the pond. Squirrel, go to the
+bushes beside the path that runs from the pond to the wigwam of the two
+old women. Bat, go into the shadow and sleep if you like, but do not
+close both eyes. Bear, do not stir from behind this great rock till you
+are told. Deer, keep still as a mountain till something happens."</p>
+
+<p>The wolf then went to the wigwam of the two old women. He coughed at the
+door, and at last they said, "Wolf, you may come in to the fire."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 420px;">
+<img src="images/image46.jpg" width="420" height="232" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>The wolf went into the wigwam. He coughed three times, and the Indian
+gave a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> war-cry. The two old women ran out quickly into the forest to
+see what had happened, and the wolf ran away with a firebrand from the
+fire.</p>
+
+
+<h3>PART II. THE FIREBRAND IN THE FOREST.</h3>
+
+<p>When the two women saw that the wolf had the firebrand, they were very
+angry, and straightway they ran after him.</p>
+
+<p>"Catch it and run!" cried the wolf, and he threw it to the deer. The
+deer caught it and ran.</p>
+
+<p>"Catch it and run!" cried the deer, and he threw it to the bear. The
+bear caught it and ran.</p>
+
+<p>"Catch it and fly!" cried the bear, and he threw it to the bat. The bat
+caught it and flew.</p>
+
+<p>"Catch it and run!" cried the bat, and he threw it to the squirrel. The
+squirrel caught it and ran.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, serpent," called the two old women, "you are no friend to the
+Indians. Help us. Get the firebrand away from the squirrel."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>As the squirrel ran swiftly over the ground, the serpent sprang up and
+tried to seize the firebrand. He did not get it, but the smoke went into
+the squirrel's nostrils and made him cough. He would not let go of the
+firebrand, but ran and ran till he could throw it to the frog.</p>
+
+<p>When the frog was running away with it, then the squirrel for the first
+time thought of himself, and he found that his beautiful bushy tail was
+no longer straight, for the fire had curled it up over his back.</p>
+
+<p>"Do not be sorry," called the young Indian across the pond. "Whenever an
+Indian boy sees a squirrel with his tail curled up over his back, he
+will throw him a nut."</p>
+
+
+<h3>PART III. THE FIREBRAND IN THE POND.</h3>
+
+<p>All this time the firebrand was burning, and the frog was going to the
+pond as fast as he could. The old women were running after him, and when
+he came to the water, one of them caught him by the tail.</p>
+
+<p>"I have caught him!" she called.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Do not let him go!" cried the other.</p>
+
+<p>"No, I will not," said the first; but she did let him go, for the little
+frog tore himself away and dived into the water. His tail was still in
+the woman's hand, but the firebrand was safe, and he made his way
+swiftly across the pond.</p>
+
+<p>"Here it is," said the frog.</p>
+
+<p>"Where?" asked the young Indian. Then the frog coughed, and out of his
+mouth came the firebrand. It was small, for it had been burning all this
+time, but it set fire to the leaves and twigs, and soon the Indians were
+warm again. They sang and they danced about the flames.</p>
+
+<p>At first the frog was sad, because he was sorry to lose his tail; but
+before long he was as merry as the people who were dancing, for the
+young Indian said, "Little frog, you have been a good friend to us, and
+as long as we live on the earth, we will never throw a stone at a frog
+that has no tail."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>HOW THE QUAIL BECAME A SNIPE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>"It is lonely living in this great tree far away from the other birds,"
+said the owl to herself. "I will get some one to come and live with me.
+The quail has many children, and I will ask her for one of them."</p>
+
+<p>The owl went to the quail and said, "Will you let me have one of your
+children to come and live with me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Live with you? No," answered the quail. "I would as soon let my child
+live with the serpent. You are hidden in the tree all day long, and when
+it is dark, you come down like a thief and catch little animals that are
+fast asleep in their nests. You shall never have one of my children."</p>
+
+<p>"I <i>will</i> have one," thought the owl.</p>
+
+<p>She waited till the night had come. It was dark and gloomy, for the moon
+was not to be seen, and not a star twinkled in the sky. Not a leaf
+stirred, and not a ripple was on the pond. The owl crept up to the
+quail's home as softly as she could. The young<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> birds were chattering
+together, and she listened to their talk.</p>
+
+<p>"My mother is gone a long time," said one. "It is lonely, and I am
+afraid."</p>
+
+<p>"What is there to be afraid of?" asked another. "You are a little
+coward. Shut your eyes and go to sleep. See me! I am not afraid, if it
+is dark and gloomy. Oh, oh!" cried the boaster, for the owl had seized
+him and was carrying him away from home and his little brothers.</p>
+
+<p>When the mother quail came home, she asked, "Where is your brother?" The
+little quails did not know. All they could say was that something had
+seized him in the darkness and taken him away.</p>
+
+<p>"It crept up to the nest in the dark," said one.</p>
+
+<p>"And oh, mother, never, never go away from us again!" cried another. "Do
+not leave us at home all alone."</p>
+
+<p>"But, my dear little ones," the mother said, "how could you have any
+food if I never went away from our home?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The mother quail was very sad, and she would have been still more
+sorrowful if she had known what was happening to her little son far away
+in the owl's nest. The cruel owl had pulled and pulled on the quail's
+bill and legs, till they were so long that his mother would not have
+known him.</p>
+
+<p>One night the mole came to the quail and said, "Your little son is in
+the owl's nest."</p>
+
+<p>"How do you know?" asked the quail.</p>
+
+<p>"I cannot see very well," answered the mole, "but I heard him call, and
+I know that he is there."</p>
+
+<p>"How shall I get him away from the owl?" the quail asked the mole.</p>
+
+<p>"The owl crept up to your home in the dark," said the mole, "but you
+must go to her nest at sunrise when the light shines in her eyes and she
+cannot see you."</p>
+
+<p>At sunrise the quail crept up to the owl's nest and carried away her
+dear little son to his old home. As the light grew brighter, she saw
+what had happened to him. His<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> bill and his legs were so long that he
+did not look like her son.</p>
+
+<p>"He is not like our brother," said the other little quails.</p>
+
+<p>"That is because the cruel owl that carried him away has pulled his bill
+and his legs," answered the mother sorrowfully. "You must be very good
+to him."</p>
+
+<p>But the other little quails were not good to him. They laughed at him,
+and the quail with the long bill and legs was never again merry and glad
+with them. Before long he ran away and hid among the great reeds that
+stand in the water and on the shores of the pond.</p>
+
+<p>"I will not be called quail," he said to himself, "for quails never have
+long bills and legs. I will have a new name, and it shall be snipe. I
+like the sound of that name."</p>
+
+<p>So it was that the bird whose name was once quail came to be called
+snipe. His children live among the reeds of the pond, and they, too, are
+called snipes.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHY THE SERPENT SHEDS HIS SKIN.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The serpent is the grandfather of the owl, and once upon a time if the
+owl needed help, she would say, "My grandfather will come and help me,"
+but now he never comes to her. This story tells why.</p>
+
+<p>When the owl carried away the little quail, she went to the serpent and
+said, "Grandfather, you will not tell the quail that I have her son,
+will you?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," answered the serpent, "I will keep your secret. I will not whisper
+it to any one." So when the mother quail asked all the animals, "Can you
+tell me who has carried away my little son?" the serpent answered, "I
+have been sound asleep. How could I know?"</p>
+
+<p>After the quail had become a snipe and had gone to live in the marsh
+among the reeds, the cruel owl looked everywhere for him, and at last
+she saw him standing beside a great stone in the water.</p>
+
+<p>She went to the serpent and said,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> "Grandfather, will you do something
+for me?"</p>
+
+<p>"I will," hissed the serpent softly, "What is it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Only to take a drink of water," answered the owl. "Come and drink all
+the water in the marsh, and then I can catch the quail that I made into
+a snipe."</p>
+
+<p>The serpent drank and drank, but still there was water in the marsh.</p>
+
+<p>"Why do you not drink faster?" cried the owl. "I shall never get the
+snipe."</p>
+
+<p>The serpent drank till he could drink no more, and still the water stood
+in the marsh. The owl could not see well by day, and the serpent could
+not see above the reeds and rushes, so they did not know that the water
+from the pond was coming into the marsh faster than the serpent could
+drink it.</p>
+
+<p>Still the serpent drank, and at last his skin burst.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh," he cried, "my skin has burst. Help me to fasten it together."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"My skin never bursts," said the owl. "If you will drink the water from
+the marsh, I will help you, but I will not fasten any skin together till
+I get that snipe."</p>
+
+<p>The serpent had done all that he could to help the owl, and now he was
+angry. He was afraid, too, for he did not know what would happen to him,
+and he lay on the ground trembling and quivering. It was not long before
+his old skin fell off, and then he saw that under it was a beautiful new
+one, all bright and shining. He sheds his old skin every year now, but
+never again has he done anything to help the owl.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/image56.jpg" width="450" height="219" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHY THE DOVE IS TIMID.</h2>
+
+
+<p>A spirit called the manito always watches over the Indians. He is glad
+when they are brave, but if they are cowardly, he is angry.</p>
+
+<p>One day when the manito was walking under the pine-trees, he heard a cry
+of terror in the forest.</p>
+
+<p>"What is that?" said he. "Can it be that any of my Indian children are
+afraid?"</p>
+
+<p>As he stood listening, an Indian boy came running from the thicket,
+crying in fear.</p>
+
+<p>"What are you afraid of?" asked the manito.</p>
+
+<p>"My mother told me to go into the forest with my bow and arrows and
+shoot some animal for food," said the boy.</p>
+
+<p>"That is what all Indian boys must do," said the manito. "Why do you not
+do as she said?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, the great bear is in the forest, and I am afraid of him!"</p>
+
+<p>"Afraid of Hoots?" asked the manito. "An Indian boy must never be
+afraid."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"But Hoots will eat me, I know he will," cried the boy. "Boo-hoo,
+boo-hoo!"</p>
+
+<p>"A boy must be brave," said the manito, "and I will not have a coward
+among my Indians. You are too timid ever to be a warrior, and so you
+shall be a bird. Whenever Indian boys look at you, they will say, 'There
+is the boy who was afraid of Hoots.'"</p>
+
+<p>The boy's cloak of deerskin fell off, and feathers came out all over his
+body. His feet were no longer like a boy's feet, they were like the feet
+of a bird. His bow and arrows fell upon the grass, for he had no longer
+any hands with which to hold them. He tried to call to his mother, but
+the only sound he could make was "Hoo, hoo!"</p>
+
+<p>"Now you are a dove," said the manito, "and a dove you shall be as long
+as you live. You shall always be known as the most timid of birds."</p>
+
+<p>Again the dove that had once been a boy tried to call, but he only said,
+"Hoo, hoo!"</p>
+
+<p>"That is the only sound you will ever make," said the manito, "and when
+the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> other boys hear it, they will say, 'Listen! He was afraid of Hoots,
+the bear, and that is why he says Hoo, hoo!'"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE PARROT REPEATS THE WORDS OF MEN.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In the olden times when the earth was young, all the birds knew the
+language of men and could talk with them. Everybody liked the parrot,
+because he always told things as they were, and they called him the bird
+that tells the truth.</p>
+
+<p>This bird that always told the truth lived with a man who was a thief,
+and one night the man killed another man's ox and hid its flesh.</p>
+
+<p>When the other man came to look for it in the morning, he asked the
+thief, "Have you seen my ox?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, I have not seen it," said the man.</p>
+
+<p>"Is that the truth?" the owner asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, it is. I have not seen the ox," repeated the man.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Ask the parrot," said one of the villagers. "He always tells the
+truth."</p>
+
+<p>"O bird of truth," said they to the parrot, "did this man kill an ox and
+hide its flesh?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, he did," answered the parrot.</p>
+
+<p>The thief knew well that the villagers would punish him the next day, if
+he could not make them think that the parrot did not always tell the
+truth.</p>
+
+<p>"I have it," he said to himself at last. "I know what I can do."</p>
+
+<p>When night came he put a great jar over the parrot. Then he poured water
+upon the jar and struck it many times with a tough piece of oak. This he
+did half the night. Then he went to bed and was soon fast asleep.</p>
+
+<p>In the morning the men came to punish him.</p>
+
+<p>"How do you know that I killed the ox?" he asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Because the bird of truth says that you did," they answered.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"The bird of truth!" he cried. "That parrot is no bird of truth. He will
+not tell the truth even about what happened last night. Ask him if the
+moon was shining."</p>
+
+<p>"Did the moon shine last night?" the men asked.</p>
+
+<p>"No," answered the parrot. "There was no moon, for the rain fell, and
+there was a great storm in the heavens. I heard the thunder half the
+night."</p>
+
+<p>"This bird has always told the truth before," said the villagers, "but
+there was no storm last night and the moon was bright. What shall we do
+to punish the parrot?" they asked the thief.</p>
+
+<p>"I think we will no longer let him live in our homes," answered the
+thief.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said the others, "he must fly away to the forest, and even when
+there is a storm, he can no longer come to our homes, because we know
+now that he is a bird of a lying tongue."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 288px;">
+<img src="images/image62.jpg" width="288" height="450" alt="&quot;THIS BIRD HAS ALWAYS TOLD THE TRUTH&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THIS BIRD HAS ALWAYS TOLD THE TRUTH&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>So the parrot flew away sorrowfully into<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> the lonely forest. He met a
+mocking-bird and told him what had happened.</p>
+
+<p>"Why did you not repeat men's words as I do?" asked the mocking-bird.
+"Men always think their own words are good."</p>
+
+<p>"But the man's words were not true," said the parrot.</p>
+
+<p>"That is nothing," replied the mocking-bird, laughing. "Say what they
+say, and they will think you are a wonderful bird."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I see," said the parrot thoughtfully, "and I will never again be
+punished for telling the truth. I will only repeat the words of others."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE FIRST MOCKING-BIRD.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Far away in the forest there once lived the most cruel man on all the
+earth. He did not like the Indians, and he said to himself, "Some day I
+will be ruler of them all." Then he thought, "There are many brave<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span>
+warriors among the Indians, and I must first put them to death."</p>
+
+<p>He was cunning as well as cruel, and he soon found a way to kill the
+warriors. He built some wigwams and made fires before them as if people
+lived in each one.</p>
+
+<p>One day a hunter on his way home heard a baby crying in one of the
+wigwams. He went in, but he never came out again. Another day a hunter
+heard a child laughing. He went in, but he never came out again. So it
+was day after day. One hunter heard a woman talking, and went to see who
+it was; another heard a man calling to people in the other wigwams, and
+went to see who they were; and no one who once went into a wigwam ever
+came out.</p>
+
+<p>One young brave had heard the voices, but he feared there was magic
+about them, and so he had never gone into the wigwams; but when he saw
+that his friends did not come back, he went to the wigwams and called,
+"Where are all the people that I have heard talk and laugh?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Talk and laugh," said the cunning man mockingly.</p>
+
+<p>"Where are they? Do you know?" cried the brave, and the cunning man
+called, "Do you know?" and laughed.</p>
+
+<p>"Whose voices have I heard?"</p>
+
+<p>"Have I heard?" mocked the cunning man.</p>
+
+<p>"I heard a baby cry."</p>
+
+<p>"Cry," said the cunning man.</p>
+
+<p>"Who is with you?"</p>
+
+<p>"You."</p>
+
+<p>Then the young brave was angry. He ran into the first wigwam, and there
+he found the man who had cried like a baby and talked in a voice like a
+woman's and made all the other sounds. The brave caught him by the leg
+and threw him down upon the earth.</p>
+
+<p>"It was you who cried and talked and laughed," he said. "I heard your
+voice and now you are going to be punished for killing our braves. Where
+is my brother, and where are our friends?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"How do I know?" cried the man. "Ask the sun or the moon or the fire if
+you will, but do not ask me;" and all the time he was trying to pull the
+young brave into the flames.</p>
+
+<p>"I will ask the fire," said the brave. "Fire, you are a good friend to
+us Indians. What has this cruel man done with our warriors?"</p>
+
+<p>The fire had no voice, so it could not answer, but it sprang as far away
+from the hunter as it could, and there where the flames had been he saw
+two stone arrowheads.</p>
+
+<p>"I know who owned the two arrowheads," said the brave. "You have thrown
+my friends into your fire. Now I will do to you what you have done to
+them."</p>
+
+<p>He threw the cunning man into the fire. His head burst into two pieces,
+and from between them a bird flew forth. Its voice was loud and clear,
+but it had no song of its own. It could only mock the songs of other
+birds, and that is why it is called the mocking-bird.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHY THE TAIL OF THE FOX HAS A WHITE TIP.</h2>
+
+
+<p>"I must have a boy to watch my sheep and my cows," thought an old woman,
+and so she went out to look for a boy. She looked first in the fields
+and then in the forest, but nowhere could she find a boy. As she was
+walking down the path to her home, she met a bear.</p>
+
+<p>"Where are you going?" asked the bear.</p>
+
+<p>"I am looking for a boy to watch my cows and my sheep," she answered.</p>
+
+<p>"Will you have me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, if you know how to call my animals gently."</p>
+
+<p>"Ugh, ugh," called the bear. He tried to call softly, but he had always
+growled before, and now he could do nothing but growl.</p>
+
+<p>"No, no," said the old woman, "your voice is too loud. Every cow in the
+field would run, and every sheep would hide, if you should growl like
+that. I will not have you."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Then the old woman went on till she met a wolf.</p>
+
+<p>"Where are you going, grandmother?" he asked.</p>
+
+<p>"I am looking for a boy to watch my cows and my sheep," she answered.</p>
+
+<p>"Will you have me?" asked the wolf.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she said, "if you know how to call my animals gently."</p>
+
+<p>"Ho-y, ho-y," called the wolf.</p>
+
+<p>"Your voice is too high," said the old woman. "My cows and my sheep
+would tremble whenever they heard it. I will not have you."</p>
+
+<p>Then the old woman went on till she met a fox.</p>
+
+<p>"I am so glad to meet you," said the fox. "Where are you going this
+bright morning?"</p>
+
+<p>"I am going home now," she said, "for I cannot find a boy to watch my
+cows and my sheep. The bear growls and the wolf calls in too high a
+voice. I do not know what I can do, for I am too old to watch cows and
+sheep."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no," said the cunning fox, "you are not old, but any one as
+beautiful as you must not watch sheep in the fields. I shall be very
+glad to do the work for you if you will let me."</p>
+
+<p>"I know that my sheep will like you," said she.</p>
+
+<p>"And I know that I shall like them dearly," said the fox.</p>
+
+<p>"Can you call them gently, Mr. Fox?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Del-dal-halow, del-dal-halow," called the fox, in so gentle a voice
+that it was like a whisper.</p>
+
+<p>"That is good, Mr. Fox," said the old woman. "Come home with me, and I
+will take you to the fields where my animals go."</p>
+
+<p>Each day one of the cows or one of the sheep was gone when the fox came
+home at night. "Mr. Fox, where is my cow?" the old woman would ask, or,
+"Mr. Fox, where is my sheep?" and the fox would answer with a sorrowful
+look, "The bear came out of the woods, and he has eaten it," or,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> "The
+wolf came running through the fields, and he has eaten it."</p>
+
+<p>The old woman was sorry to lose her sheep and her cows, but she thought,
+"Mr. Fox must be even more sorry than I. I will go out to the field and
+carry him a drink of cream."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/image70.jpg" width="450" height="249" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>She went to the field, and there stood the fox with the body of a sheep,
+for it was he who had killed and eaten every one that was gone. When he
+saw the old woman coming, he started to run away.</p>
+
+<p>"You cruel, cunning fox!" she cried.</p>
+
+<p>She had nothing to throw at him but the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> cream, so she threw that. It
+struck the tip of his tail, and from that day to this, the tip of the
+fox's tail has been as white as cream.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE FIRST FROG.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Once upon a time there was a man who had two children, a boy and a girl,
+whom he treated cruelly. The boy and the girl talked together one day,
+and the boy, Wah-wah-hoo, said to his sister, "Dear little sister, are
+you happy with our father?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," answered the girl, whose name was Hah-hah. "He scolds me and beats
+me, and I can never please him."</p>
+
+<p>"He was angry with me this morning," said the boy, "and he beat me till
+the blood came. See there!"</p>
+
+<p>"Let us run away," said Hah-hah. "The beasts and the birds will be good
+to us. They really love us, and we can be very happy together."</p>
+
+<p>That night the two children ran away<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> from their cruel father. They went
+far into the forest, and at last they found a wigwam in which no one
+lived.</p>
+
+<p>When the father found that Wah-wah-hoo and his sister were gone, he was
+very unhappy. He went out into the forest to see if he could find them.
+"If they would only come again," he said aloud, "I would do everything I
+could to please them."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you think he tells the truth?" asked the wolf.</p>
+
+<p>"I do not know," answered the mosquito. "He never treated them well when
+they were with him."</p>
+
+<p>"Wolf," called the father, "will you tell me where my children are?"</p>
+
+<p>Wah-wah-hoo had once told the wolf when a man was coming to shoot him,
+and so the wolf would not tell where they were.</p>
+
+<p>"Mosquito," said the father, "where are my children?"</p>
+
+<p>Hah-hah had once helped the mosquito to go home when the wind was too
+strong for him, and so the mosquito would not tell.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>For a long time Wah-wah-hoo and his sister were really happy in the
+forest, for there was no one to scold them and to beat them, but at last
+there was a cold, cold winter. All the earth was covered with snow. The
+animals had gone, and Wah-wah-hoo could find no food. Death came and
+bore away the gentle Hah-hah. Wah-wah-hoo sat alone in the gloomy wigwam
+wailing for his sister. Then in his sadness he threw himself down from a
+high mountain and was killed.</p>
+
+<p>All this time the father had been looking for his children, and at last
+he saw his son lying at the foot of the mountain. Then he too wailed and
+cried aloud, for he was really sorry that he had treated them so
+cruelly. He was a magician, and he could make his son live, but he could
+not make him a boy again.</p>
+
+<p>"You shall be a frog," said he, "and you shall make your home in the
+marsh with the reeds and the rushes. There you shall wail as loud as you
+will for your sister, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> once every moon I will come and wail for her
+with you. I was cruel to you and to her, and so I must live alone in my
+gloomy wigwam."</p>
+
+<p>Every summer night one can hear the frog in the marsh wailing for his
+dear sister Hah-hah. Sometimes a louder voice is heard, and that is the
+voice of the father wailing because he was so cruel.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 259px;">
+<img src="images/image74.jpg" width="259" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHY THE RABBIT IS TIMID.</h2>
+
+
+<p>One night the moon looked down from the sky upon the people on the earth
+and said to herself, "How sorrowful they look! I wish I knew what
+troubles them. The stars and I are never sad, and I do not see why men
+should be troubled." She listened closely, and she heard the people say,
+"How happy we should be if death never came to us. Death is always
+before us."</p>
+
+<p>The path of the moon lies across the sky, and she could not leave it to
+go to the earth, but she called the white rabbit and said, "Rabbit,
+should you be afraid to go down to the earth?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," answered the rabbit, "I am not afraid."</p>
+
+<p>"The people on the earth are troubled because death is before them. Now
+will you go to them and whisper, 'The moon dies every night. You can see
+it go down into the darkness, but when another night<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> comes, then the
+moon rises again,'&mdash;can you remember to tell them that?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said the rabbit, "I will remember."</p>
+
+<p>"Say this," said the moon: "'The moon dies, but the moon rises again,
+and so will you.'"</p>
+
+<p>The rabbit was so glad to go to the earth that he danced and leaped and
+sprang and frolicked, but when he tried to tell the people what the moon
+had said, he could not remember, and he said, "The moon says that she
+dies and will not rise again, and so you will die and will not rise
+again."</p>
+
+<p>The moon saw that the people were still troubled, and she called the
+rabbit and asked what he had said to them.</p>
+
+<p>"I said that as you die and do not rise, so they too will die and not
+rise," said the rabbit.</p>
+
+<p>"You did not try to remember, and you must be punished," said the moon,
+and she fired an arrow tipped with flint at the rabbit.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The arrow struck the rabbit's lip and split it. From that time every
+rabbit has had a split lip. The rabbit was afraid of the moon, and he
+was afraid of the people on the earth. He had been brave before, but now
+he is the most timid of animals, for he is afraid of everything and
+everybody.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE PEETWEET CRIES FOR RAIN.</h2>
+
+
+<p>"Come to me, every bird that flies," said the Great Father. "There is
+work to be done that only my birds can do."</p>
+
+<p>The birds were happy that they could do something to please the Great
+Father, for they remembered how good he had always been to them. They
+flew to him eagerly to ask what they should do for him. "O Great
+Father," they sang all together, "tell us what we can do for you."</p>
+
+<p>"The waters that I have made know not where to go," said the Father.
+"Some should go to the seas, some should go to the lakes in the hollows
+among the mountains,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> and some should make rivers that will dance over
+the rocks and through the fields on their way to the sea."</p>
+
+<p>"And can even as small a bird as I show them where to go?" asked the
+sparrow eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said the Father, "even my little humming-bird can help me."</p>
+
+<p>Every bird that flies had come to the Father, but the peetweet had come
+last because he was lazy.</p>
+
+<p>"I do not really wish to fly all over the earth," said he, "to show the
+waters where to go."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I wish I were a bird," said a butterfly. "I should be so glad to do
+something for the Father."</p>
+
+<p>But the peetweet went on, "I should think the lakes could find their way
+into the hollows of the mountains by themselves."</p>
+
+<p>The Father heard the lazy peetweet, and he said, "Do you not wish to
+show the waters where to go?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"They never showed me where to go," said the lazy bird. "I am not
+thirsty. Let whoever is thirsty and needs the water help the lakes and
+rivers."</p>
+
+<p>The other birds all stood still in wonder. "He will be punished," they
+whispered.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, he must be punished," said the Father sadly. Then said he to the
+lazy peetweet, "Never again shall you drink of the water that is in
+river or lake. When you are thirsty, you must look for a hollow in the
+rock where the rain has fallen, and there only shall you drink."</p>
+
+<p>That is why the peetweet flies over river and lake, but ever cries
+eagerly, "Peet-weet, peet-weet!" for that is his word for "Rain, rain!"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE BEAR HAS A SHORT TAIL.</h2>
+
+
+<p>One cold morning when the fox was coming up the road with some fish, he
+met the bear.</p>
+
+<p>"Good-morning, Mr. Fox," said the bear.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Good-morning, Mr. Bear," said the fox. "The morning is brighter because
+I have met you."</p>
+
+<p>"Those are very good fish, Mr. Fox," said the bear. "I have not eaten
+such fish for many a day. Where do you find them?"</p>
+
+<p>"I have been fishing, Mr. Bear," answered the fox.</p>
+
+<p>"If I could catch such fish as those, I should like to go fishing, but I
+do not know how to fish."</p>
+
+<p>"It would be very easy for you to learn, Mr. Bear," said the fox. "You
+are so big and strong that you can do anything."</p>
+
+<p>"Will you teach me, Mr. Fox?" asked the bear.</p>
+
+<p>"I would not tell everybody, but you are such a good friend that I will
+teach you. Come to this pond, and I will show you how to fish through
+the ice."</p>
+
+<p>So the fox and the bear went to the frozen pond, and the fox showed the
+bear how to make a hole in the ice.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"That is easy for you," said the fox, "but many an animal could not have
+made that hole. Now comes the secret. You must put your tail down into
+the water and keep it there. That is not easy, and not every animal
+could do it, for the water is very cold; but you are a learned animal,
+Mr. Bear, and you know that the secret of catching fish is to keep your
+tail in the water a long time. Then when you pull it up, you will pull
+with it as many fish as I have."</p>
+
+<p>The bear put his tail down into the water, and the fox went away. The
+sun rose high in the heavens, and still the bear sat with his tail
+through the hole in the ice. Sunset came, but still the bear sat with
+his tail through the hole in the ice, for he thought, "When an animal is
+really learned, he will not fear a little cold."</p>
+
+<p>It began to be dark, and the bear said, "Now I will pull the fish out of
+the water. How good they will be!" He pulled and pulled, but not a fish
+came out. Worse<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> than that, not all of his tail came out, for the end of
+it was frozen fast to the ice.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 321px;">
+<img src="images/image82.jpg" width="321" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>He went slowly down the road, growling angrily, "I wish I could find
+that fox;" but the cunning fox was curled up in his warm nest, and
+whenever he thought of the bear he laughed.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHY THE WREN FLIES CLOSE TO THE EARTH.</h2>
+
+
+<p>One day when the birds were all together, one of them said, "I have been
+watching men, and I saw that they had a king. Let us too have a king."</p>
+
+<p>"Why?" asked the others.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I do not know, but men have one."</p>
+
+<p>"Which bird shall it be? How shall we choose a king?"</p>
+
+<p>"Let us choose the bird that flies farthest," said one.</p>
+
+<p>"No, the bird that flies most swiftly."</p>
+
+<p>"The most beautiful bird."</p>
+
+<p>"The bird that sings best."</p>
+
+<p>"The strongest bird."</p>
+
+<p>The owl sat a little way off on a great oak-tree. He said nothing, but
+he looked so wise that all the birds cried, "Let us ask the owl to
+choose for us."</p>
+
+<p>"The bird that flies highest should be our king," said the owl with a
+wiser look than before, and the others said, "Yes, we will choose the
+bird that flies highest."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The wren is very small, but she cried even more eagerly than the others,
+"Let us choose the bird that flies highest," for she said to herself,
+"They think the owl is wise, but I am wiser than he, and I know which
+bird can fly highest."</p>
+
+<p>Then the birds tried their wings. They flew high, high up above the
+earth, but one by one they had to come back to their homes. It was soon
+seen which could fly highest, for when all the others had come back,
+there was the eagle rising higher and higher.</p>
+
+<p>"The eagle is our king," cried the birds on the earth, and the eagle
+gave a loud cry of happiness. But look! A little bird had been hidden in
+the feathers on the eagle's back, and when the eagle had gone as high as
+he could, the wren flew up from his back still higher.</p>
+
+<p>"Now which bird is king?" cried the wren. "The one that flew highest
+should be king, and I flew highest."</p>
+
+<p>The eagle was angry, but not a word did<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> he say, and the two birds came
+down to the earth together.</p>
+
+<p>"I am the king," said the wren, "for I flew higher than the eagle." The
+other birds did not know which of the two to choose. At last they went
+to the oak-tree and asked the owl. He looked to the east, the west, the
+south, and the north, and then he said, "The wren did not fly at all,
+for she was carried on the eagle's back. The eagle is king, for he not
+only flew highest, but carried the wren on his back."</p>
+
+<p>"Good, good!" cried the other birds. "The owl is the wisest bird that
+flies. We will do as he says, and the eagle shall be our king." The wren
+crept away. She thought she was wise before, but now she is really wise,
+for she always flies close to the earth, and never tries to do what she
+cannot.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHY THE HOOFS OF THE DEER ARE SPLIT.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The manito of the Indians taught them how to do many things. He told
+them how to build wigwams, and how to hunt and to fish. He showed them
+how to make jars in which to keep food and water. When little children
+came to be with them, it was the manito who said, "See, this is the way
+to make soft, warm cradles for the babies."</p>
+
+<p>The good spirit often comes down from his happy home in the sky to watch
+the Indians at their work. When each man does as well as he can, the
+manito is pleased, but if an Indian is lazy or wicked, the spirit is
+angry, and the Indian is always punished in one way or another.</p>
+
+<p>One day when the manito was walking in the forest, he said to himself,
+"Everything is good and happy. The green leaves are whispering merrily
+together, the waves are lapping on the shore and laughing, the squirrels
+are chattering and laying up their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> food for winter. Everything loves
+me, and the colors of the flowers are brighter when I lay my hand upon
+them."</p>
+
+<p>Then the manito heard a strange sound. "I have not often heard that,"
+said he. "I do not like it. Some one in the forest has wicked thoughts
+in his heart."</p>
+
+<p>Beside a great rock he saw a man with a knife.</p>
+
+<p>"What are you doing with the knife?" asked the manito.</p>
+
+<p>"I am throwing it away," answered the man.</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me the truth," said the manito.</p>
+
+<p>"I am sharpening it," replied the man.</p>
+
+<p>"That is strange," said the manito, "You have food in your wigwam. Why
+should you sharpen a knife?"</p>
+
+<p>The man could not help telling the truth to the manito, and so he
+answered, but greatly against his will, "I am sharpening the knife to
+kill the wicked animals."</p>
+
+<p>"Which animal is wicked?" asked the manito. "Which one does you harm?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 290px;">
+<img src="images/image88.jpg" width="290" height="450" alt="THE KNIFE ONLY WENT IN DEEPER" title="" />
+<span class="caption">THE KNIFE ONLY WENT IN DEEPER</span>
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Not one does me harm," said the man, "but I do not like them. I will
+make them afraid of me, and I will kill them."</p>
+
+<p>"You are a cruel, wicked man," said the manito. "The animals have done
+you no harm, and you do not need them for food. You shall no longer be a
+man. You shall be a deer, and be afraid of every man in the forest."</p>
+
+<p>The knife fell from the man's hand and struck his foot. He leaped and
+stamped, but the knife only went in deeper. He cried aloud, but his
+voice sounded strange. His hands were no longer hands, but feet. Antlers
+grew from his head, and his whole body was not that of a man, but that
+of a deer. He runs in the forest as he will, but whenever he sees a man,
+he is afraid. His hoofs are split because the knife that he had made so
+sharp fell upon his foot when he was a man; and whenever he looks at
+them, he has to remember that it was his own wickedness which made him a
+deer.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE FIRST GRASSHOPPER.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In a country that is far away there once lived a young man called
+Tithonus. He was strong and beautiful. Light of heart and light of foot,
+he hunted the deer or danced and sang the livelong day. Every one who
+saw him loved him, but the one that loved him most was a goddess named
+Aurora.</p>
+
+<p>Every goddess had her own work, but the work of Aurora was most
+beautiful of all, for she was the goddess of the morning. It was she who
+went out to meet the sun and to light up his pathway. She watched over
+the flowers, and whenever they saw her coming, their colors grew
+brighter. She loved everything beautiful, and that is why she loved
+Tithonus.</p>
+
+<p>"Many a year have I roamed through this country," she said to herself,
+"but never have I seen such bright blue eyes as those. O fairest of
+youths," she cried, "who are you? Some name should be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> yours that sounds
+like the wind in the pine trees, or like the song of a bird among the
+first blossoms."</p>
+
+<p>The young man fell upon his knees before her. "I know well," said he,
+"that you are no maiden of the earth. You are a goddess come down to us
+from the skies. I am but a hunter, and I roam through the forest looking
+for deer."</p>
+
+<p>"Come with me, fairest of hunters," said Aurora. "Come with me to the
+home of my father. You shall live among my brothers and hunt with them,
+or go with me at the first brightness of the morning to carry light and
+gladness to the flowers."</p>
+
+<p>So it was that Tithonus went away from his own country and his own home
+to live in the home of Aurora.</p>
+
+<p>For a long time they were happy together, but one day Aurora said,
+"Tithonus, I am a goddess, and so I am immortal, but some day death will
+bear you away from me. I will ask the father of the gods that you too
+may be immortal."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Then Aurora went to the king of the gods and begged that he would make
+Tithonus immortal.</p>
+
+<p>"Sometimes people are not pleased even when I have given them what they
+ask," replied the king, "so think well before you speak."</p>
+
+<p>"I have only one wish," said Aurora, "and it is that Tithonus, the
+fairest of youths, shall be immortal."</p>
+
+<p>"You have your wish," said the king of the gods, and again Tithonus and
+Aurora roamed happily together through forest and field.</p>
+
+<p>One day Tithonus asked, "My Aurora, why is it that I cannot look
+straight into your eyes as once I did?" Another day he said, "My Aurora,
+why is it that I cannot put my hand in yours as once I did?"</p>
+
+<p>Then the goddess wept sorrowfully. "The king of the gods gave me what I
+asked for," she wailed, "and I begged that you should be immortal. I did
+not remember to ask that you should be always young."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Everyday Tithonus grew older and smaller. "I am no longer happy in your
+father's home," he said, "with your brothers who are as beautiful and as
+strong as I was when I first saw you. Let me go back to my own country.
+Let me be a bird or an insect and live in the fields where we first
+roamed together. Let me go, dearest goddess."</p>
+
+<p>"You shall do as you will," replied Aurora sadly. "You shall be a
+grasshopper, and whenever I hear the grasshopper's clear, merry song, I
+shall remember the happy days when we were together."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE ORIOLE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The king of the north once said to himself, "I am master of the country
+of ice and snow, but what is that if I cannot be ruler of the land of
+sunshine and flowers? I am no king if I fear the king of the south. The
+northwind shall bear my icy breath. Bird and beast shall quiver and
+tremble with cold. I myself will call in the voice<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> of the thunder, and
+this ruler of the south, his king of summer, shall yield to my power."</p>
+
+<p>The land of the south was ever bright and sunny, but all at once the sky
+grew dark, and the sun hid himself in fear. Black storm-clouds came from
+the north. An icy wind blew over the mountains. It wrestled with the
+trees of the southland, and even the oaks could not stand against its
+power. Their roots were tough and strong, but they had to yield, and the
+fallen trees lay on the earth and wailed in sorrow as the cruel
+storm-wind and rain beat upon them. The thunder growled in the hollows
+of the mountains, and in the fearful gloom came the white fire of the
+forked lightning, flaring through the clouds.</p>
+
+<p>"We shall perish," cried the animals of the sunny south. "The arrows of
+the lightning are aimed at us. O dear ruler of the southland, must we
+yield to the cruel master of the north?"</p>
+
+<p>"My king," said a little buzzing voice,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> "may I go out and fight the
+wicked master of the storm-wind?"</p>
+
+<p>The thunder was still for a moment, and a mocking laugh was heard from
+among the clouds, for it was a little hornet that had asked to go out
+and meet the power of the ruler of the north.</p>
+
+<p>"Dear king, may I go?" repeated the hornet.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, you may go," said the king of the south, and the little insect
+went out alone, and bravely stung the master of the storm-wind.</p>
+
+<p>The king of the north struck at him with a war-club, but the hornet only
+flew above his head and stung him again. The hornet was too small to be
+struck by the arrows of the lightning. He stung again and again, and at
+last the king of the north went back to his own country, and drove
+before him the thunder and lightning and rain and the black storm-clouds
+and the icy wind.</p>
+
+<p>"Brave little hornet," said the king of the south, "tell me what I can
+do for you. You shall have whatever you ask."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Then said the little hornet, "My king, on all the earth no one loves me.
+I do not wish to harm people, but they fear my sting, and they will not
+let me live beside their homes. Will you make men love me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Little hornet," said the king gently, "you shall no longer be a
+stinging insect feared by men. You shall be a bright and happy oriole,
+and when men see you, they will say, 'See the beautiful oriole. I shall
+be glad if he will build his nest on our trees.'"</p>
+
+<p>So the hornet is now an oriole, a bird that is loved by every one. His
+nest looks like that of a hornet because he learned how to build his
+home before he became an oriole.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE PEACOCK'S TAIL HAS A HUNDRED EYES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Juno, queen of the gods, had the fairest cow that any one ever saw. She
+was creamy white, and her eyes were of as soft and bright a blue as
+those of any maiden in the world.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> Juno and the king of the gods often
+played tricks on each other, and Juno knew well that the king would try
+to get her cow. There was a watchman named Argus, and one would think
+that he could see all that was going on in the world, for he had a
+hundred eyes, and no one had ever seen them all asleep at once, so Queen
+Juno gave to Argus the work of watching the white cow.</p>
+
+<p>The king of the gods knew what she had done, and he laughed to himself
+and said, "I will play a trick on Juno, and I will have the white cow."
+He sent for Mercury and whispered in his ear, "Mercury, go to the green
+field where Argus watches the cream-white cow and get her for me."</p>
+
+<p>Mercury was always happy when he could play a trick on any one, and he
+set out gladly for the field where Argus watched the cream-white cow
+with every one of his hundred eyes.</p>
+
+<p>Now Mercury could tell merry stories of all that was done in the world.
+He could<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> sing, too, and the music of his voice had lulled many a god to
+sleep. Argus knew that, but he had been alone a long time, and he
+thought, "What harm is there in listening to his merry chatter? I have a
+hundred eyes, and even if half of them were asleep, the others could
+easily keep watch of one cow." So he gladly hailed Mercury and said, "I
+have been alone in this field a long, long time, but you have roamed
+about as you would. Will you not sing to me, and tell me what has
+happened in the world? You would be glad to hear stories and music if
+you had nothing to do but watch a cow, even if it was the cow of a
+queen."</p>
+
+<p>So Mercury sang and told stories. Some of the songs were merry, and some
+were sad. The watchman closed one eye, then another and another, but
+there were two eyes that would not close for all the sad songs and all
+the merry ones. Then Mercury drew forth a hollow reed that he had
+brought from the river and began to play on it. It was a magic reed, and
+as he played, one could<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> hear the water rippling gently on the shore and
+the breath of the wind in the pine-trees; one could see the lilies
+bending their heads as the dusk came on, and the stars twinkling softly
+in the summer sky.</p>
+
+<p>It is no wonder that Argus closed one eye and then the other. Every one
+of his hundred eyes was fast asleep, and Mercury went away to the king
+of the gods with the cream-white cow.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/image99.jpg" width="450" height="318" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Juno had so often played tricks on the king that he was happy because he
+had played this one on her, but Juno was angry<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span>, and she said to Argus,
+"You are a strange watchman. You have a hundred eyes, and you could not
+keep even one of them from falling asleep. My peacock is wiser than you,
+for he knows when any one is looking at him. I will put every one of
+your eyes in the tail of the peacock." And to-day, whoever looks at the
+peacock can count in his tail the hundred eyes that once belonged to
+Argus.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE BEES AND THE FLIES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>There were once two tribes of little people who lived near together.
+They were not at all alike, for one of the tribes looked for food and
+carried it away to put it up safely for winter, while the other played
+and sang and danced all day long.</p>
+
+<p>"Come and play with us," said the lazy people, but the busy workers
+answered, "No, come and work with us. Winter will soon be here. Snow and
+ice will be everywhere,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> and if we do not put up food now we shall have
+none for the cold, stormy days."</p>
+
+<p>So the busy people brought honey from the flowers, but the lazy people
+kept on playing. They laughed together and whispered to one another,
+"See those busy workers! They will have food for two tribes, and they
+will give us some. Let us go and dance."</p>
+
+<p>While the summer lasted, one tribe worked and the other played. When
+winter came, the busy workers were sorry for their friends and said,
+"Let us give them some of our honey." So the people who played had as
+much food as if they, too, had brought honey from the flowers.</p>
+
+<p>Another summer was coming, and the workers said, "If we should make our
+home near the lilies that give us honey, it would be easier to get our
+food." So the workers flew away, but the lazy people played and danced
+as they had done before while their friends were near, for they thought,
+"Oh, they will come back and bring us some honey."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>By and by the cold came, but the lazy people had nothing to eat, and the
+workers did not come with food. The manito had said to them, "Dear
+little workers, you shall no longer walk from flower to flower. I will
+give you wings, and you shall be bees. Whenever men hear a gentle
+humming, they will say, 'Those are the busy bees, and their wings were
+given them because they were wise and good.'"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 156px;">
+<img src="images/image102.jpg" width="156" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>To the other tribe the manito said, "You shall be flies, and you, too,
+shall have wings; but while the workers fly from flower to flower and
+eat the yellow honey, you shall have for your food only what has been
+thrown away. When men hear your buzzing, they will say, 'It is good that
+the flies have wings, because we can drive them away from us the more
+quickly.'"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE FIRST MOLES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>A rich man and a poor man once owned a field together. The rich man
+owned the northern half, and the poor man owned the southern half. Each
+man sowed his ground with seed. The warm days came, the gentle rain
+fell, and the seed in the poor man's half of the field sprang up and put
+forth leaves. The seed in the rich man's half all died in the ground.</p>
+
+<p>The rich man was selfish and wicked. He said, "The southern half of the
+field is mine," but the poor man replied, "No, the southern half is
+mine, for that is where I sowed my seed."</p>
+
+<p>The rich man had a son who was as wicked as himself. This boy whispered,
+"Father, tell him to come in the morning. I know how we can keep the
+land." So the rich man said, "Come in the morning, and we shall soon see
+whose land this is."</p>
+
+<p>At night the rich man and his son pulled up some bushes that grew beside
+the field,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> and the son hid in the hole where their roots had been.</p>
+
+<p>Morning came, and many people went to the field with the rich man. The
+poor man was sorrowful, for he feared that he would lose his ground.</p>
+
+<p>"Now we shall see," said the rich man boastfully, and he called aloud,
+"Whose ground is this?"</p>
+
+<p>"This is the ground of the rich man," answered a voice from the hole.</p>
+
+<p>"How shall I ever get food for my children!" cried the poor man.</p>
+
+<p>Then another voice was heard. It was that of the spirit of the fields,
+and it said, "The southern half of the field is the poor man's, and the
+northern half shall be his too."</p>
+
+<p>The rich man would have run away, but the voice called, "Wait. Look
+where the bushes once stood. The boy in the hole and his wicked father
+shall hide in the darkness as long as they live, and never again shall
+they see the light of the sun."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>This is the story of the first moles, and this is why the mole never
+comes to the light of day.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE FIRST ANTS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>"This jar is full of smoked flesh," said one voice.</p>
+
+<p>"This has fish, this is full of honey, and that one is almost running
+over with oil," said another voice. "We shall have all that we need to
+eat for many days to come."</p>
+
+<p>These are the words that a villager coming home from his work heard his
+mother and his sister say.</p>
+
+<p>"They have often played tricks on me," he said to himself, "and now I
+will play one on them." So he went into the house and said, "Mother, I
+have found that I have a wonderful sense of smell, and by its help I can
+find whatever is hidden away."</p>
+
+<p>"That is a marvelous story," cried the sister.</p>
+
+<p>"If you can tell me what is in these jars,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> said his mother, "I shall
+think you are really a magician. What is it now?"</p>
+
+<p>"This is flesh, this fish, this honey, and this jar is full of oil,"
+said the man.</p>
+
+<p>"I never heard of such a marvel in all my life," cried the mother; and
+in the morning she called her friends and said, "Only think what a
+wonderful sense of smell my son has! He told me what was in these jars
+when they were closed."</p>
+
+<p>It was not long before the people all through the country heard of the
+wonderful man, and one day word came that the king wished to see him at
+once.</p>
+
+<p>The man was afraid, for he did not know what would happen to him, and he
+was still more afraid when the king said, "A pearl is lost that I had in
+my hand last night. They say you can find things that are lost. Find my
+pearl, or your head will he lost."</p>
+
+<p>The poor man went out into the forest. "Oh, how I wish I had not tried
+to play tricks," he wailed. "Then this sharp sorrow, this dire trouble,
+would not have come upon me."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Please, please do not tell the king," said two voices in the shadow of
+the trees.</p>
+
+<p>"Who are you?" asked the man.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, you must know us well," said a man coming out into the light. "My
+name is Sharp, and that man behind the tree is named Dire, but please do
+not tell the king. We will give you the pearl; here it is. You called
+our names, and we saw that you knew us. Oh, I wish I had not been a
+thief!"</p>
+
+<p>The man gave the pearl to the king, and went home wishing that no one
+would ever talk to him again of his sense of smell.</p>
+
+<p>In three days word came from the queen that he must come to her at once.
+She thought his power was only a trick, and to catch him she had put a
+cat into a bag and the bag into a box.</p>
+
+<p>When the man came, she asked sharply, "What is in this box? Tell me the
+truth, or off will go your head."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 287px;">
+<img src="images/image108.jpg" width="287" height="450" alt="A WONDERFUL SENSE OF SMELL" title="" />
+<span class="caption">A WONDERFUL SENSE OF SMELL</span>
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"What shall I do?" thought the man, "Dire death is upon me." He did not
+remember that he was before the queen, and he repeated half aloud an old
+saying, "The bagged cat soon dies."</p>
+
+<p>"What is that?" cried the queen.</p>
+
+<p>"The bagged cat soon dies," repeated the man in great terror.</p>
+
+<p>"You are a marvelous man," said the queen. "There is really a bag in the
+box and a cat in the bag, but no one besides myself knew it."</p>
+
+<p>"He is not a man; he is a god," cried the people, "and he must be in the
+sky and live among the gods;" so they threw him up to the sky. His hand
+was full of earth, and when the earth fell back, it was no longer earth,
+but a handful of ants. Ants have a wonderful sense of smell, and it is
+because they fell from the hand of this man who was thrown up into the
+sky to live among the gods.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE FACE OF THE MANITO.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Many years ago the manito of the Indians lived in the sun. Every morning
+the wise men of the tribe went to the top of a mountain, and as the sun
+rose in the east, they sang, "We praise thee, O sun! From thee come fire
+and light. Be good to us, be good to us."</p>
+
+<p>After the warm days of the summer had come, the sun was so bright that
+the Indians said to their wise men, "When you go to the mountain top,
+ask the manito to show us his face in a softer, gentler light."</p>
+
+<p>Then the wise men went to the mountain top, and this is what they said:
+"O great manito, we are but children before you, and we have no power to
+bear the brightness of your face. Look down upon us here on the earth
+with a gentler, softer light, that we may ever gaze upon you and show
+you all love and all honor."</p>
+
+<p>The bright sun moved slowly toward the south. The people were afraid
+that the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> manito was angry with them, but when the moon rose they were
+no longer sad, for from the moon the loving face of the manito was
+looking down upon them.</p>
+
+<p>Night after night the people gazed at the gentle face, but at last a
+night came when the moon was not seen in the sky. The wise men went
+sorrowfully to the mountain top. "O manito," they said, "we are never
+happy when we cannot gaze into your face. Will you not show it to your
+children?"</p>
+
+<p>The moon did not rise, and the people were sad, but when morning came,
+there was the loving face of the manito showing clearly in the rocks at
+the top of the mountain.</p>
+
+<p>Again they were happy, but when dark clouds hid the gentle face, the
+wise men went to the foot of the mountain and called sadly, "O manito,
+we can no longer see your face."</p>
+
+<p>The clouds grew darker and fell like a cloak over the mountain, the
+trees trembled<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> in the wind, the forked lightning shot across the sky,
+and the thunder called aloud.</p>
+
+<p>"It is the anger of the manito," cried the people. "The heavens are
+falling," they whispered, and they hid their faces in fear.</p>
+
+<p>Morning came, the storm had gone, and the sky was clear. Tremblingly the
+people looked up toward the mountain top for the face of the manito. It
+was not there, but after they had long gazed in sorrow, a wise man
+cried, "There it is, where no cloud will hide it from us." In the storm
+the rocks had fallen from the mountain top. They were halfway down the
+mountain side, and in them could be seen the face of the manito.</p>
+
+<p>Then the people cried, "Praise to the good manito! His loving face will
+look down upon us from the mountain side forever-more."</p>
+
+<p>For a long time all went well, but at last trouble came, for they heard
+that a great tribe were on the war-path coming to kill<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> them. "Help us,
+dear manito," they cried but there was no help. The warriors came nearer
+and nearer. Their war-cry was heard, "O manito," called the people,
+"help us, help us!" A voice from the mountain answered, "My children, be
+not afraid." The war-cry was still, and when the people looked, for the
+warriors, they were nowhere to be seen. The people gazed all around, and
+at last one of the wise men cried, "There they are, there they are!"</p>
+
+<p>They were at the foot of the mountain, but the people no longer feared
+them, for now they were not warriors but rocks. To keep from harm those
+whom he loved, the manito had made the warriors into stone. They stood
+at the foot of the mountain, and to-day, if you should go to that
+far-away country, you could see the rocks that were once warriors, and
+above them, halfway up the mountain side, you could see the face of the
+manito.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE FIRST DIAMONDS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The chief of an Indian tribe had two sons whom he loved very dearly.
+This chief was at war with another tribe, and one dark night two of his
+enemies crept softly through the trees till they came to where the two
+boys lay sound asleep. The warriors caught the younger boy up gently,
+and carried him far away from his home and his friends.</p>
+
+<p>When the chief woke, he cried, "Where is my son? My enemies have been
+here and have stolen him."</p>
+
+<p>All the Indians in the tribe started out in search of the boy. They
+roamed the forest through and through, but the stolen child could not be
+found.</p>
+
+<p>The chief mourned for his son, and when the time of his death drew near,
+he said to his wife, "Moneta, my tribe shall have no chief until my boy
+is found and taken from our enemies. Let our oldest son go forth in
+search of his brother, and until he has<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> brought back the little one, do
+you rule my people."</p>
+
+<p>Moneta ruled the people wisely and kindly. When the older son was a man
+she said to him, "My son, go forth and search for your brother, whom I
+have mourned these many years. Every day I shall watch for you, and
+every night I shall build a fire on the mountain top."</p>
+
+<p>"Do not mourn, mother," said the young man. "You will not build the fire
+many nights on the mountain top, for I shall soon find my brother and
+bring him back to you."</p>
+
+<p>He went forth bravely, but he did not come back. His mother went every
+night to the mountain top, and when she was so old that she could no
+longer walk, the young men of the tribe bore her up the mountain side in
+their strong arms, so that with her own trembling hand she could light
+the fire.</p>
+
+<p>One night there was a great storm. Even the brave warriors were afraid,
+but Moneta<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> had no fear, for out of the storm a gentle voice had come to
+her that said, "Moneta, your sons are coming home to you."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 329px;">
+<img src="images/image116.jpg" width="329" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Once more I must build the fire on the mountain top," she cried. The
+young men trembled with fear, but they bore her to the top of the
+mountain.</p>
+
+<p>"Leave me here alone," she said. "I hear a voice. It is the voice of my
+son, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> he is calling, 'Mother, mother.' Come to me, come, my boys."</p>
+
+<p>Coming slowly up the mountain in the storm was the older son. The
+younger had died on the road home, and he lay dead in the arms of his
+brother.</p>
+
+<p>In the morning the men of the tribe went to the mountain top in search
+of Moneta and her sons. They were nowhere to be seen, but where the
+tears of the lonely mother had fallen, there was a brightness that had
+never been seen before. The tears were shining in the sunlight as if
+each one of them was itself a little sun. Indeed, they were no longer
+tears, but diamonds.</p>
+
+<p>The dearest thing in all the world is the tear of mother-love, and that
+is why the tears were made into diamonds, the stones that are brightest
+and clearest of all the stones on the earth.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE FIRST PEARLS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>There was once a man named Runoia, and when he walked along the pathways
+of the forest, the children would say shyly to one another, "Look, there
+is the man who always hears music."</p>
+
+<p>It was really true that wherever he went he could hear sweet music.
+There are some kinds of music that every one can hear, but Runoia heard
+sweet sounds where others heard nothing. When the lilies sang their
+evening song to the stars, he could hear it, and when the mother tree
+whispered "Good-night" to the little green leaves, he heard the music of
+her whisper, though other men heard not a sound.</p>
+
+<p>He was sorry for those other men, and he said to himself, "I will make a
+harp, and then even if they cannot hear all the kinds of music, they
+will hear the sweet voice of the harp."</p>
+
+<p>This must have been a magic harp, for if one else touched it, no sound
+was heard,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> but when Runoia touched the strings, the trees bent down
+their branches to listen, the little blossoms put their heads out shyly,
+and even the wind was hushed. All kinds of beasts and birds came about
+him as he played, and the sun and the moon stood still in the heavens to
+hear the wonderful music. All these beautiful things happened whenever
+Runoia touched the strings.</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes Runoia's music was sad. Then the sun and the moon hid their
+faces behind the clouds, the wind sang mournfully, and the lilies bent
+low their snow-white blossoms.</p>
+
+<p>One day Runoia roamed far away till he came to the shores of the great
+sea. The sun had set, darkness hid the sky and the water, not a star was
+to be seen. Not a sound was heard but the wailing of the sea. No friend
+was near. "I have no friends," he said. He laid his hand upon his harp,
+and of themselves the strings gave forth sweet sounds, at first softly
+and shyly. Then the sounds grew louder, and soon the world was full of
+music, such as even Runoia had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span> never heard before, for it was the music
+of the gods. "It is really true," he said to himself softly. "My harp is
+giving me music to drive away my sadness."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/image120.jpg" width="450" height="254" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>He listened, and the harp played more and more sweetly. "He who has a
+harp has one true friend. He who loves music is loved by the gods," so
+the harp sang to him.</p>
+
+<p>Tears came into Runoia's eyes, but they were tears of happiness, not of
+sadness, for he was no longer lonely. A gentle voice called, "Runoia,
+come to the home of the gods."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>As darkness fell over the sea, Runoia's friends went to look for him. He
+was gone, but where he had stood listening happily to the music of the
+gods, there on the fair white sand was the harp, and all around it lay
+beautiful pearls, shining softly in the moonlight, for every tear of
+happiness was now a pearl.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE FIRST EMERALDS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In the days of long ago there was a time when there were no emeralds on
+the earth. Men knew where to find other precious stones. They could get
+pearls and diamonds, but no one had ever seen an emerald, because the
+emeralds were hidden away in the bed of the sea, far down below the
+waves.</p>
+
+<p>The king of India had many precious things, and he was always eager to
+get others. One day a stranger stood before his door, and when the king
+came out he cried, "O king, you have much that is precious.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> Do you wish
+to have the most beautiful thing in earth, air, or water?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, in truth," said the king. "What is it?"</p>
+
+<p>"It is a vase made of an emerald stone," answered the stranger.</p>
+
+<p>"And what is an emerald stone?" asked the king.</p>
+
+<p>"It is a stone that no one on earth has ever seen," said the stranger.
+"It is greener than the waves of the sea or the leaves of the forest."</p>
+
+<p>"Where is the wonderful vase?" cried the king eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>"Where the waves of the sea never roll," was the answer, but when the
+king was about to ask where that was, the stranger had gone.</p>
+
+<p>The king asked his three wise men where it was that the waves of the sea
+never rolled. One said, "In the forest;" another said, "On the
+mountain;" and the last said, "In the sea where the water is deepest."</p>
+
+<p>The king thought a long time about these<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> answers of the wise men. At
+last he said: "If the emerald vase had been in the forest or on the
+mountain, it would have been found long before now. I think it is in the
+deepest water of the sea."</p>
+
+<p>This king of India was a great magician. He went to the sea, and there
+he sang many a magical song, for he said to himself, "I have no diver
+who can go to the bed of the sea, but often magic will do what a diver
+cannot."</p>
+
+<p>The king of the world under the water owned the beautiful vase, but when
+he heard the songs, he knew that he must give it up. "Take it," he said
+to the spirits that live in the deepest water. "Bear it to the king of
+India. The spirits of the air will try to take it from you, but see that
+it goes safely to the king whose magic has called it from the sea."</p>
+
+<p>The spirits of the sea rose from the waves bearing the precious vase.</p>
+
+<p>"It is ours, it is ours," cried the spirits of the air. "The king of
+India shall never<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> have it." The spirits of the air and the spirits of
+the water fought together. "What a fearful storm!" cried the people on
+the earth. "See how the lightning shoots across the sky, and hear the
+thunder roll from mountain to mountain!" They hid themselves in terror,
+but it was no storm, it was only the spirits fighting for the emerald
+vase.</p>
+
+<p>One of the spirits of the air bore it at last far up above the top of
+the highest mountain. "It is mine," he cried. "Never," said a spirit of
+the water, and he caught it and threw it angrily against the rocky top
+of the mountain. It fell in hundreds of pieces.</p>
+
+<p>There was no vase like it in the east or the west, the north or the
+south, and so the king of India never had an emerald vase; but from the
+pieces of the vase that was thrown against the mountain came all the
+emeralds that are now on the earth.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHY THE EVERGREEN TREES NEVER LOSE THEIR LEAVES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Winter was coming, and the birds had flown far to the south, where the
+air was warm and they could find berries to eat. One little bird had
+broken its wing and could not fly with the others. It was alone in the
+cold world of frost and snow. The forest looked warm, and it made its
+way to the trees as well as it could, to ask for help.</p>
+
+<p>First it came to a birch-tree. "Beautiful birch-tree," it said, "my wing
+is broken, and my friends have flown away. May I live among your
+branches till they come back to me?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, indeed," answered the birch-tree, drawing her fair green leaves
+away. "We of the great forest have our own birds to help. I can do
+nothing for you."</p>
+
+<p>"The birch is not very strong," said the little bird to itself, "and it
+might be that she could not hold me easily. I will ask the oak." So the
+bird said, "Great oak-tree,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> you are so strong, will you not let me live
+on your boughs till my friends come back in the springtime?"</p>
+
+<p>"In the springtime!" cried the oak. "That is a long way off. How do I
+know what you might do in all that time? Birds are always looking for
+something to eat, and you might even eat up some of my acorns."</p>
+
+<p>"It may be that the willow will be kind to me," thought the bird, and it
+said, "Gentle willow, my wing is broken, and I could not fly to the
+south with the other birds. May I live on your branches till the
+springtime?"</p>
+
+<p>The willow did not look gentle then, for she drew herself up proudly and
+said, "Indeed, I do not know you, and we willows never talk to people
+whom we do not know. Very likely there are trees somewhere that will
+take in strange birds. Leave me at once."</p>
+
+<p>The poor little bird did not know what to do. Its wing was not yet
+strong, but it began to fly away as well as it could. Before<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> it had
+gone far, a voice was heard. "Little bird," it said, "where are you
+going?"</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed, I do not know," answered the bird sadly. "I am very cold."</p>
+
+<p>"Come right here, then," said the friendly spruce-tree, for it was her
+voice that had called. "You shall live on my warmest branch all winter
+if you choose."</p>
+
+<p>"Will you really let me?" asked the little bird eagerly.</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed, I will," answered the kind-hearted spruce-tree. "If your
+friends have flown away, it is time for the trees to help you. Here is
+the branch where my leaves are thickest and softest."</p>
+
+<p>"My branches are not very thick," said the friendly pine-tree, "but I am
+big and strong, and I can keep the north wind from you and the spruce."</p>
+
+<p>"I can help too," said a little juniper-tree. "I can give you berries
+all winter long, and every bird knows that juniper berries are good."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 346px;">
+<img src="images/image128.jpg" width="346" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>So the spruce gave the lonely little bird a home, the pine kept the cold
+north wind away from it, and the juniper gave it berries to eat.</p>
+
+<p>The other trees looked on and talked together wisely.</p>
+
+<p>"I would not have strange birds on my boughs," said the birch.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall not give my acorns away for any one," said the oak.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I never have anything to do with strangers," said the willow, and the
+three trees drew their leaves closely about them.</p>
+
+<p>In the morning all those shining green leaves lay on the ground, for a
+cold north wind had come in the night, and every leaf that it touched
+fell from the tree.</p>
+
+<p>"May I touch every leaf in the forest?" asked the wind in its frolic.</p>
+
+<p>"No," said the frost king. "The trees that have been kind to the little
+bird with the broken wing may keep their leaves."</p>
+
+<p>This is why the leaves of the spruce, the pine, and the juniper are
+always green.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE ASPEN LEAVES TREMBLE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>"It is very strange," whispered one reed to another, "that the queen bee
+never guides her swarm to the aspen-tree."</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed, it <i>is</i> strange," said the other. "The oak and the willow often
+have swarms,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> but I never saw one on the aspen. What can be the reason?"</p>
+
+<p>"The queen bee cannot bear the aspen," said the first. "Very likely she
+has some good reason for despising it. I do not think that an insect as
+wise as she would despise a tree without any reason. Many wicked things
+happen that no one knows."</p>
+
+<p>The reeds did not think that any one could hear what they said, but both
+the willow and the aspen heard every word. The aspen was so angry that
+it trembled from root to tip. "I'll soon see why that proud queen bee
+despises me," it said. "She shall guide a swarm to my branches or"&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I would not care for what those reeds say," the willow-tree broke
+in. "They are the greatest chatterers in the world. They are always
+whispering together, and they always have something unkind to say."</p>
+
+<p>The aspen-tree was too angry to be still, and it called out to the
+reeds, "You are only lazy whisperers. I do not care what<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> you say. I
+despise both you and your queen bee. The honey that those bees make is
+not good to eat. I would not have it a anywhere near me."</p>
+
+<p>"Hush, hush," whispered the willow timidly. "The reeds will repeat every
+word that you say."</p>
+
+<p>"I do not care if they do," said the aspen. "I despise both them and the
+bees."</p>
+
+<p>The reeds did whisper the angry words of the aspen to the queen bee, and
+she said, "I was going to guide my swarm to the aspen, but now I will
+drive the tree out of the forest. Come, my bees, come."</p>
+
+<p>Then the bees flew by hundreds upon the aspen. They stung every leaf and
+every twig through and through. The tree was driven from the forest,
+over the prairie, over the river, over the fields; and still the angry
+bees flew after it and stung it again and again. When they had come to
+the rocky places, they left it and flew back to the land of flowers. The
+aspen never came back. Its bright green leaves had grown white<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> through
+fear, and from that day to this they have trembled as they did when the
+bees were stinging them and driving the tree from the forest.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>HOW THE BLOSSOMS CAME TO THE HEATHER.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Only a little while after the earth was made, the trees and plants came
+to live on it. They were happy and contented. The lily was glad because
+her flowers were white. The rose was glad because her flowers were red.
+The violet was happy because, however shyly she might hide herself away,
+some one would come to look for her and praise her fragrance. The daisy
+was happiest of all because every child in the world loved her.</p>
+
+<p>The trees and plants chose homes for themselves. The oak said, "I will
+live in the broad fields and by the roads, and travelers may sit in my
+shadow." "I shall be contented on the waters of the pond," said the
+water-lily. "And I am contented in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span> the sunny fields," said the daisy.
+"My fragrance shall rise from beside some mossy stone," said the violet.
+Each plant chose its home where it would be most happy and contented.</p>
+
+<p>There was one little plant, however, that had not said a word and had
+not chosen a home. This plant was the heather. She had not the sweet
+fragrance of the violet, and the children did not love her as they did
+the daisy. The reason was that no blossoms had been given to her, and
+she was too shy to ask for any.</p>
+
+<p>"I wish there was some one who would be glad to see me," she said; but
+she was a brave little plant, and she did her best to be contented and
+to look bright and green.</p>
+
+<p>One day she heard the mountain say, "Dear plants, will you not come to
+my rocks and cover them with your brightness and beauty? In the winter
+they are cold, and in the summer they are stung by the sunshine. Will
+you not come and cover them?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I cannot leave the pond," cried the water-lily.</p>
+
+<p>"I cannot leave the moss," said the violet.</p>
+
+<p>"I cannot leave the green fields," said the daisy.</p>
+
+<p>The little heather was really trembling with eagerness. "If the great,
+beautiful mountain would only let me come!" she thought, and at last she
+whispered very softly and shyly, "Please, dear mountain, will you let me
+come? I have not any blossoms like the others, but I will try to keep
+the wind and the sun away from you."</p>
+
+<p>"Let you?" cried the mountain. "I shall be contented and happy if a dear
+little plant like you will only come to me."</p>
+
+<p>The heather soon covered the rocky mountain side with her bright green,
+and the mountain called proudly to the other plants, "See how beautiful
+my little heather is!" The others replied, "Yes, she is bright and
+green, but she has no blossoms."</p>
+
+<p>Then a sweet, gentle voice was heard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span> saying, "Blossoms you shall have,
+little heather. You shall have many and many a flower, because you have
+loved the lonely mountain, and have done all that you could to please
+him and make him happy." Even before the sweet voice was still, the
+little heather was bright with many blossoms, and blossoms she has had
+from that day to this.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>HOW FLAX WAS GIVEN TO MEN.</h2>
+
+
+<p>"You have been on the mountain a long time," said the wife of the
+hunter.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, wife, and I have seen the most marvelous sight in all the world,"
+replied the hunter.</p>
+
+<p>"What was that?"</p>
+
+<p>"I came to a place on the mountain where I had been many and many a time
+before, but a great hole had been made in the rock, and through the hole
+I saw&mdash;oh, wife, it was indeed a wonderful sight!"</p>
+
+<p>"But what was it, my hunter?"</p>
+
+<p>"There was a great hall, all shining and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span> sparkling with precious
+stones. There were diamonds and pearls and emeralds, more than we could
+put into our little house, and among all the beautiful colors sat a
+woman who was fairer than they. Her maidens were around her, and the
+hall was as bright with their beauty as it was with the stones. One was
+playing on a harp, one was singing, and others were dancing as lightly
+and merrily as a sunbeam on a blossom. The woman was even more beautiful
+than the maidens, and, wife, as soon as I saw her I thought that she was
+no mortal woman."</p>
+
+<p>"Did you not fall on your knees and ask her to be good to us?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, wife, and straightway she said: 'Rise, my friend. I have a gift
+for you. Choose what you will to carry to your wife as a gift from
+Holda.'"</p>
+
+<p>"Did you choose pearls or diamonds?"</p>
+
+<p>"I looked about the place, and it was all so sparkling that I closed my
+eyes. 'Choose your gift,' she said. I looked into her face, and then I
+knew that it was indeed the goddess<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> Holda, queen of the sky. When I
+looked at her, I could not think of precious stones, for her eyes were
+more sparkling than diamonds, and I said: 'O goddess Holda, there is no
+gift in all your magic hall that I would so gladly bear away to my home
+as the little blue flower in your lily-white hand.'"</p>
+
+<p>"Well!" cried the wife, "and when you might have had half the pearls and
+emeralds in the place, you chose a little faded blue flower! I did think
+you were a wiser man."</p>
+
+<p>"The goddess said I had chosen well," said the hunter. "She gave me the
+flower and the seed of it, and she said, 'When the springtime comes,
+plant the seed, and in the summer I myself will come and teach you what
+to do with the plant.'"</p>
+
+<p>In the spring the little seeds were put into the ground. Soon the green
+leaves came up; then many little blue flowers, as blue as the sky,
+lifted up their heads in the warm sunshine of summer. No one on the
+earth knew how to spin or to weave, but on the brightest, sunniest day
+of the summer, the goddess Holda came down from the mountain to the
+little house.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 283px;">
+<img src="images/image138.jpg" width="283" height="450" alt="&quot;SHE GAVE ME THE FLOWER&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;SHE GAVE ME THE FLOWER&quot;</span>
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Can you spin flax?" she asked of the wife.</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed, no," said the wife.</p>
+
+<p>"Can you weave linen?"</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed, no."</p>
+
+<p>"Then I will teach you how to spin and to weave," said the good goddess.
+"The little blue flower is the flax. It is my own flower, and I love the
+sight of it."</p>
+
+<p>So the goddess sat in the home of the hunter and his wife and taught
+them how to spin flax and weave linen. When the wife saw the piece of
+linen on the grass, growing whiter and whiter the longer the sun shone
+upon it, she said to her husband, "Indeed, my hunter, the linen is
+fairer than the pearls, and I should rather have the beautiful white
+thing that is on the grass in the sunshine than all the diamonds in the
+hall of the goddess."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHY THE JUNIPER HAS BERRIES.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Three cranberries once lived together in a meadow. They were sisters,
+but they did not look alike, for one was white, and one was red, and one
+was green. Winter came, and the wind blew cold. "I wish we lived nearer
+the wigwam," said the white cranberry timidly. "I am afraid that Hoots,
+the bear, will come. What should we do?"</p>
+
+<p>"The women in the wigwam are afraid as well as we," the red cranberry
+said. "I heard them say they wished the men would come back from the
+hunt."</p>
+
+<p>"We might hide in the woods," the green cranberry whispered.</p>
+
+<p>"But the bear will come down the path through the woods," replied the
+white cranberry.</p>
+
+<p>"I think our own meadow is the best place," the red cranberry said. "I
+shall not go away from the meadow. I shall hide here in the moss."</p>
+
+<p>"I am so white," the white cranberry<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> wailed, "that I know Hoots would
+see me. I shall hide in the hominy. That is as white as I."</p>
+
+<p>"I cannot hide in the hominy," said the green cranberry, "but I have a
+good friend in the woods. I am going to ask the juniper-tree to hide me.
+Will you not go with me?" But the red cranberry thought it best to stay
+in the moss, and the white cranberry thought it best to hide in the
+hominy, so the green cranberry had to go alone to the friendly
+juniper-tree.</p>
+
+<p>By and by a growling was heard, and soon Hoots himself came in sight. He
+walked over and over the red cranberry that lay hidden in the moss. Then
+he went to the wigwam. There stood the hominy, and in it was the white
+cranberry, trembling so she could not keep still.</p>
+
+<p>"Ugh, ugh, what good hominy!" said Hoots, and in the twinkling of an eye
+he had eaten it up, white cranberry and all.</p>
+
+<p>Now the red cranberry was dead, and the white cranberry was dead, but
+the little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> green cranberry that went to the juniper-tree had hidden
+away in the thick branches, and Hoots did not find her. She was so happy
+with the kind-hearted tree that she never left it, and that is the
+reason why the juniper-tree has berries.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE SEA IS SALT.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Frothi, king of the Northland, owned some magic millstones. Other
+millstones grind corn, but these would grind out whatever the owner
+wished, if he knew how to move them. Frothi tried and tried, but they
+would not stir.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, if I could only move the millstones," he cried, "I would grind out
+so many good things for my people. They should all be happy and rich."</p>
+
+<p>One day King Frothi was told that two strange women were begging at the
+gate to see him.</p>
+
+<p>"Let them come in," he said, and the were brought before him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"We have come from a land that is far away," they said.</p>
+
+<p>"What can I do for you?" asked the king.</p>
+
+<p>"We have come to do something for you," answered the women.</p>
+
+<p>"There is only one thing that I wish for," said the king, "and that is
+to make the magic millstones grind, but you cannot do that."</p>
+
+<p>"Why not?" asked the women. "That is just what we have come to do. That
+is why we stood at your gate and begged to speak to you."</p>
+
+<p>Then the king was a happy man indeed. "Bring in the millstones," he
+called. "Quick, quick! Do not wait." The millstones were brought in, and
+the women asked, "What shall we grind for you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Grind gold and happiness and rest for my people," cried the king
+gladly.</p>
+
+<p>The women touched the magic millstones, and how they did grind! "Gold
+and happiness and rest for the people," said the women to one another.
+"Those are good wishes."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The gold was so bright and yellow that King Frothi could not bear to let
+it go out of his sight. "Grind more," he said to the women. "Grind
+faster. Why did you come to my gate if you did not wish to grind?"</p>
+
+<p>"We are so weary," said the women. "Will you not let us rest?"</p>
+
+<p>"You may rest for as long a time as it needs to say 'Frothi,'" cried the
+king, "and no longer. Now you have rested. Grind away. No one should be
+weary who is grinding out yellow gold."</p>
+
+<p>"He is a wicked king," said the women. "We will grind for him no more.
+Mill, grind out hundreds and hundreds of strong warriors to fight Frothi
+and punish him for his cruel words."</p>
+
+<p>The millstones ground faster and faster. Hundreds of warriors sprang
+out, and they killed Frothi and all his men.</p>
+
+<p>"Now I shall be king," cried the strongest of the warriors. He put the
+two women and the magic millstones on a ship to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> go to a far-away land.
+"Grind, grind," he called to the women.</p>
+
+<p>"But we are so weary. Please let us rest," they begged.</p>
+
+<p>"Rest? No. Grind on, grind on. Grind salt, if you can grind nothing
+else."</p>
+
+<p>Night came and the weary women were still grinding. "Will you not let us
+rest?" they asked.</p>
+
+<p>"No," cried the cruel warrior. "Keep grinding, even if the ship goes to
+the bottom of the sea." The women ground, and it was not long before the
+ship really did go to the bottom, and carried the cruel warrior with it.
+There at the bottom of the sea are the two millstones still grinding
+salt, for there is no one to say that they must grind no longer. That is
+why the sea is salt.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE FIRST WHITEFISH.</h2>
+
+
+<p>One day a crane was sitting on a rock far out in the water, when he
+heard a voice say, "Grandfather Crane, Grandfather Crane,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> please come
+and carry us across the lake." It was the voice of a child, and when the
+crane had come to the shore, he saw two little boys holding each other's
+hands and crying bitterly.</p>
+
+<p>"Why do you cry?" asked the crane, "and why do you wish to go across the
+lake, away from your home and friends?"</p>
+
+<p>"We have no friends," said the little boys, crying more bitterly than
+ever. "We have no father and no mother, and a cruel witch troubles us.
+She tries all the time to do us harm, and we are going to run away where
+she can never find us."</p>
+
+<p>"I will carry you over the lake," said the crane. "Hold on well, but do
+not touch the back of my head, for if you do, you will fall into the
+water and go to the bottom of the lake. Will you obey me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, indeed, we will obey," they said. "We will not touch your head.
+But please come quickly and go as fast as you can. We surely heard the
+voice of the witch in the woods."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>It really was the witch, and she was saying over and over to herself, "I
+will catch them, and I will punish them so that they will never run away
+from me again. They will obey me after I have caught them."</p>
+
+<p>The crane bore the two little boys gently to the other shore, and when
+he came back, there stood the witch.</p>
+
+<p>"Dear, gentle crane," she said, "you are so good to every one. Will you
+carry me over the lake? My two dear children are lost in the woods, and
+I have cried bitterly for them all day long."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/image147.jpg" width="450" height="252" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>The spirit of the lake had told the crane<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> to carry across the lake
+every one that asked to be taken over; so he said, "Yes, I will carry
+you across. Hold on well, but do not touch the back of my head, for if
+you do, you will fall into the water and go to the bottom of the lake.
+Will you obey me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, indeed, I will," said the witch; but she thought, "He would not be
+so timid about letting me touch the back of his head if he were not
+afraid of my magic. I will put my hand on his head, and then he will
+always be in my power." So when they were far out over the lake, she put
+her hand on the crane's head, and before she could say "Oh!" she was at
+the bottom of the lake.</p>
+
+<p>"You shall never live in the light again," said the crane, "for you have
+done no good on earth. You shall be a whitefish, and you shall be food
+for the Indians as long as they eat fish."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WAS IT THE FIRST TURTLE?</h2>
+
+
+<p>Once upon a time there was a great fight between two tribes of Indians.
+It was so fierce that the river ran red with blood, and the war-cries
+were so loud and angry that the animals of the forest ran away in
+terror. The warriors fought all day long, and when it began to grow
+dark, all the men on one side had been killed but two warriors, one of
+whom was known as Turtle. In those days there were no such animals as
+turtles in the ponds and rivers, and no one knew why he was called by
+that name. At last Turtle's friend was struck by an arrow and fell to
+the ground.</p>
+
+<p>"Now yield!" cried the enemies.</p>
+
+<p>"Friend," said Turtle, "are you dead?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," said his friend.</p>
+
+<p>"Then I will fight on," said Turtle, and he called out, "Give life again
+to the warriors whom you have killed with your wicked arrows, and then I
+will yield, but never before. Come on, cowards that you are!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> You are
+afraid of me. You do not dare to come!"</p>
+
+<p>Then his enemies said, "We will all shoot our arrows at once, and some
+one of them will be sure to kill him." They made ready to fire, but
+Turtle, too, made ready. He had two thick shields, and he put one over
+his back and one over his breast. Then he called to his fierce enemies,
+"Are you not ready? Come on, fierce warriors! Shoot your arrows through
+my breast if you can."</p>
+
+<p>The warriors all shot, but not an arrow struck Turtle, for the two
+shields covered his breast and his back, and whenever an arrow buzzed
+through the air, he drew in his head and his arms between the shields,
+and so he was not harmed. "Why do you not aim at me?" he cried. "Are you
+shooting at the mountain, or at the sun and the moon? Good fighters you
+are, indeed! Try again."</p>
+
+<p>His enemies shot once more, and this time an arrow killed the wounded
+friend as he lay on the ground. When Turtle cried,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> "Friend, are you
+living?" there was no answer.</p>
+
+<p>"My friend is dead," said Turtle. "I will fight no more."</p>
+
+<p>"He has yielded," cried his enemies.</p>
+
+<p>"He has not," said Turtle, and with one great leap he sprang into the
+river. His enemies did not dare to spring after him.</p>
+
+<p>"Those long arms of his would pull us to the bottom," they said; "but we
+will watch till he comes up, and then we shall be sure of him."</p>
+
+<p>They were not so sure as they thought, for he did not come up, and all
+that they could see in the water was a strange creature unlike anything
+that had been there before.</p>
+
+<p>"It has arms and a head," said one.</p>
+
+<p>"And it pulls them out of sight just as Turtle did," said another.</p>
+
+<p>"It has a shield over its back and one over its breast, as Turtle had,"
+said the first. Then all the warriors were so eager to watch the strange
+animal that they no longer remembered the fight. They crowded up to the
+shore of the river.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"It is not Turtle," cried one.</p>
+
+<p>"It <i>is</i> Turtle," declared another.</p>
+
+<p>"It is so like him that I do not care to go into the water as long as it
+is in sight," said still another.</p>
+
+<p>"But if this is not Turtle, where is he?" they all asked, and not one of
+the wise men of their tribe could answer.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE CROCODILE HAS A WIDE MOUTH.</h2>
+
+
+<p>"Come to my kingdom whenever you will," said the goddess of the water to
+the king of the land. "My waves will be calm, and my animals will be
+gentle. They will be as good to your children as if they were my own.
+Nothing in all my kingdom will do you harm."</p>
+
+<p>The goddess went back to her home in the sea, and the king walked to the
+shore of the river and stood gazing upon the beautiful water. Beside him
+walked his youngest son.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Father," asked the boy, "would the goddess be angry if I went into the
+water to swim?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," answered the father. "She says that nothing in all her wide
+kingdom will do us harm. The water-animals will be kind, and the waves
+will be calm."</p>
+
+<p>The boy went into the water. He could swim as easily as a fish, and he
+went from shore to shore, sometimes talking with the fishes, sometimes
+getting a bright piece of stone to carry to his father. Suddenly
+something caught him by the foot and dragged him down, down, through the
+deep, dark water. "Oh, father!" he cried, but his father had gone away
+from the shore, and the strange creature, whatever it was, dragged the
+boy down to the very bottom of the river.</p>
+
+<p>The river was full of sorrow for what the creature had done, and it
+lifted the boy gently and bore him to the feet of the goddess. His eyes
+were closed and his face was white, for he was dead. Great tears<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> came
+from the eyes of the goddess when she looked at him. "I did not think
+any of my animals would do such a cruel thing," she said. "His father
+shall never know it, for the boy shall not remember what has happened."</p>
+
+<p>Then she laid her warm hand upon his head, and whispered some words of
+magic into his ear. "Open your eyes," she called, and soon they were
+wide open. "You went in to swim," said the goddess. "Did the water
+please you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, surely."</p>
+
+<p>"Were the water-animals kind to you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, surely," answered the boy, for the magic words had kept him from
+remembering anything about the strange creature that had dragged him to
+the bottom of the river.</p>
+
+<p>The boy went home to his father, and as soon as he was out of sight, the
+goddess called to the water-animals, "Come one, come all, come little,
+come great."</p>
+
+<p>"It is the voice of the goddess," said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> the water-animals, and they all
+began to swim toward her as fast as they could.</p>
+
+<p>When they were together before her, she said, "One of you has been cruel
+and wicked. One of you has dragged to the bottom of the river the son of
+my friend, the king of the land, but I have carried him safely to shore,
+and now he is in his home. When he comes again, will you watch over him
+wherever in the wide, wide water he may wish to go?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" cried the water-animals.</p>
+
+<p>"Water," asked the goddess, "will you be calm and still when the son of
+my friend is my guest?"</p>
+
+<p>"Gladly," answered the water.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly the goddess caught sight of the crocodile hiding behind the
+other animals. "Will you be kind to the boy and keep harm away from
+him?" she asked.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 290px;">
+<img src="images/image156.jpg" width="290" height="450" alt="&quot;THE MOUTH THAT WILL NOT OPEN MUST BE MADE TO OPEN&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;THE MOUTH THAT WILL NOT OPEN MUST BE MADE TO OPEN&quot;</span>
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Now it was the crocodile that had dragged the boy to the bottom of the
+river. He wished to say, "Yes," but he did not dare to open his mouth
+for fear of saying, "I did it, I did it," so he said not a word. The
+goddess cried, "Did you drag the king's son to the bottom of the river?"
+Still the crocodile dared not open his mouth for fear of saying, "I did
+it, I did it." Then the goddess was angry. She drew her long sword, and
+saying, "The mouth that will not open when it should must be made to
+open," she struck the crocodile's mouth with the sword. "Oh, look!"
+cried the other animals. The crocodile's mouth had opened; there was no
+question about <i>that</i>, for it had split open so far that he was afraid
+he should never be able to keep it closed.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE PICTURE ON THE VASE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>On some of the beautiful vases that are made in Japan there is a picture
+of a goddess changing a dragon into an island. When the children of
+Japan say, "Mother, tell us a story about the picture," this is what the
+mother says:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Long, long ago there was a goddess of the sea who loved the people of
+Japan. She often came out of the water at sunset, and while all the
+bright colors were in the sky, she would sit on a high rock that
+overlooked the water and tell stories to the children. Such wonderful
+stories as they were! She used to tell them all about the strange fishes
+that swim in and out among the rocks and the mosses, and about the fair
+maidens that live deep down in the sea far under the waves. The children
+would ask, 'Are there no children in the sea? Why do they never come out
+to play with us?' The goddess would answer, 'Some time they will come,
+if you only keep on wishing for them. What children really wish for they
+will surely have some day.'</p>
+
+<p>"Then the goddess would sing to the children, and her voice was so sweet
+that the evening star would stand still in the sky to listen to her
+song. 'Please show us how the water rises and falls,' the children would
+beg, and she would hold up a magic stone that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> she had and say, 'Water,
+rise!' Then the waves would come in faster and faster all about the
+rock. When she laid down the stone and said, 'Water, fall!' the waves
+would be still, and the water would roll back quickly to the deep sea.
+She was goddess of the storm as well as of the sea, and sometimes the
+children would say, 'Dear goddess, please make us a storm.' She never
+said no to what they asked, and so the rain would fall, the lightning
+flare, and the thunder roll. The rain would fall all about them, but the
+goddess did not let it come near them. They were never afraid of the
+lightning, for it was far above their heads, and they knew that the
+goddess would not let it come down.</p>
+
+<p>"Those were happy times, but there is something more to tell that is not
+pleasant. One of the goddess's sea-animals was a dragon, that often used
+to play in the water near the shore. The children never thought of being
+afraid of any of the sea-animals, but one day the cruel dragon seized a
+little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> child in his mouth, and in a moment he had eaten it. There was
+sadness over the land of Japan. There were tears and sorrowful wailing.
+'O goddess,' the people cried, 'come to us! Punish the wicked dragon!'</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 449px;">
+<img src="images/image160.jpg" width="449" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>"The goddess was angry that one of her creatures should have dared to
+harm the little child, and she called aloud, 'Dragon, come to me.' The
+dragon came in a moment, for he did not dare to stay away. Then said the
+goddess, 'You shall never again play merrily in the water with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span>
+happy sea-animals. You shall be a rocky island. There shall be trees and
+plants on you, and before many years have gone, people will no longer
+remember that you were once an animal.'</p>
+
+<p>"The dragon found that he could no longer move about as he had done, for
+he was changing into rock. Trees and plants grew on his back. He was an
+island, and when people looked at it, they said, 'That island was once a
+wicked dragon.' The children of the sea and the children of the land
+often went to the island, and there they had very happy times together."</p>
+
+<p>This is the story that the mothers tell to their children when they look
+at the vases and see the picture of the goddess changing a dragon into
+an island. But when the children say, "Mother, where is the island?
+Cannot we go to it and play with the sea-children?" the mother answers,
+"Oh, this was all a long, long time ago, and no one can tell now where
+the island was."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHY THE WATER IN RIVERS IS NEVER STILL.</h2>
+
+
+<p>All kinds of strange things came to pass in the days of long ago, but
+perhaps the strangest of all was that the nurses who cared for little
+children were not women, but brooks and rivers. The children and the
+brooks ran about together, and the brooks and rivers never said, "It is
+time to go to bed," for they liked to play as well as the children, and
+perhaps a little better. Sometimes the brooks ran first and the children
+followed. Sometimes the children ran first and the brooks followed. Of
+course, if any animal came near that would hurt the children, the brook
+or river in whose care they were left flowed quickly around them, so
+that they stood on an island and were safe from all harm.</p>
+
+<p>Two little boys lived in those days who were sons of the king. When the
+children were old enough to run about, the king called the rivers and
+brooks to come before<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span> him. They came gladly, for they felt sure that
+something pleasant would happen, and they waited so quietly that no one
+would have thought they were so full of frolic.</p>
+
+<p>"I have called you," said the king, "to give you the care of my two
+little sons. They like so well to run about that one nurse will not be
+enough to care for them, and of course it will be pleasanter for them to
+have many playmates. So I felt that it would be better to ask every
+river and every brook to see that they are not hurt or lost."</p>
+
+<p>"We shall have the king's sons for our playmates!" whispered the rivers.
+"Nothing so pleasant ever happened to us before."</p>
+
+<p>But the king went on, "If you keep my boys safely and well, and follow
+them so closely that they are not lost, then I will give you whatever
+gift you wish; but if I find that you have forgotten them one moment and
+they are lost or hurt, then you will be punished as no river was ever
+punished before."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The rivers and even the most frolicsome little brooks were again quiet
+for a moment. Then they all cried together, "O king, we will be good.
+There were never better nurses than we will be to your sons."</p>
+
+<p>At first all went well, and the playmates had the merriest times that
+could be thought of. Then came a day when the sunshine was very warm,
+but the boys ran faster and farther than boys had ever run in the world
+before, and even the brooks could not keep up with them. The rivers had
+never been weary before, but when this warm day came, one river after
+another had some reason for being quiet. One complained, "I have
+followed the boys farther than any other river." "Perhaps you have,"
+said another, "but I have been up and down and round and round till I
+have forgotten how it seems to be quiet." Another declared, "I have run
+about long enough, and I shall run no more." A little brook said, "If I
+were a great river, perhaps I could run farther," and a great river
+replied, "If<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> I were a little brook, of course I could run farther."</p>
+
+<p>So they talked, and the day passed. Night came before they knew it, and
+they could not find the boys.</p>
+
+<p>"Where are my sons?" cried the king.</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed, we do not know," answered the brooks and rivers in great fear,
+and each one looked at the others.</p>
+
+<p>"You have lost my children," said the king, "and if you do not find
+them, you shall be punished. Go and search for them."</p>
+
+<p>"Please help us," the rivers begged of the trees and plants, and
+everything that had life began to search for the lost boys. "Perhaps
+they are under ground," thought the trees, and they sent their roots
+down into the earth. "Perhaps they are in the east," cried one animal,
+and he went to the east. "They may be on the mountain," said one plant,
+and so it climbed to the very top of the mountain. "They may be in the
+village," said another, and so that one crept up close to the homes of
+men.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Many years passed. The king was almost broken-hearted, but he knew it
+was of no use to search longer, so he called very sadly, "Search no
+longer. Let each plant and animal make its home where it is. The little
+plant that has crept up the mountain shall live on the mountain top, and
+the roots of the trees shall stay under ground. The rivers"&mdash;Then the
+king stopped, and the rivers trembled. They knew that they would be
+punished, but what would the punishment be? The king looked at them. "As
+for you, rivers and brooks," he declared, "it was your work to watch my
+boys. The plants and trees shall find rest and live happily in their
+homes, but you shall ever search for my lost boys, and you shall never
+have a home."</p>
+
+<p>So from that day to this the rivers have gone on looking for the lost
+children. They never stop, and some of them are so troubled that they
+flow first one way and then the other.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span></p>
+<h2>HOW THE RAVEN HELPED MEN.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The raven and the eagle were cousins, and they were almost always
+friendly, but whenever they talked together about men, they quarreled.</p>
+
+<p>"Men are lazy," declared the eagle. "There is no use in trying to help
+them. The more one does for them, the less they do for themselves."</p>
+
+<p>"You fly so high," said the raven, "that you cannot see how hard men
+work. I think that we birds, who know so much more than they, ought to
+help them."</p>
+
+<p>"They do not work," cried the eagle. "What have they to do, I should
+like to know? They walk about on the ground, and their food grows close
+by their nests. If they had to fly through the air as we do, and get
+their food wherever they could, they might talk about working hard."</p>
+
+<p>"That is just why we ought to help them," replied the raven. "They
+cannot mount up into the air as we do. They<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span> cannot see anything very
+well unless it is near them, and if they had to run and catch their
+food, they would surely die of hunger. They are poor, weak creatures,
+and there is not a humming-bird that does not know many things that they
+never heard of."</p>
+
+<p>"You are a poor, weak bird, if you think you can teach men. When they
+feel hunger, they will eat, and they do not know how to do anything
+else. Just look at them! They ought to be going to sleep, and they do
+not know enough to do even that."</p>
+
+<p>"How can they know that it is night, when they have no sun and no moon
+to tell them when it is day and when it is night?"</p>
+
+<p>"They would not go to sleep even if they had two moons," said the eagle;
+"and you are no true cousin of mine if you do not let them alone."</p>
+
+<p>So the two birds quarreled. Almost every time they met, they quarreled
+about men, and at last, whenever the eagle began to mount into the air,
+the raven went near the earth.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Now the eagle had a pretty daughter. She and the raven were good
+friends, and they never quarreled about men. One day the pretty daughter
+said, "Cousin Raven, are you too weak to fly as high as you used to do?"</p>
+
+<p>"I never was less weak," declared the raven.</p>
+
+<p>"Almost every day you keep on the ground. Can you not mount into the
+air?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I can," answered the raven.</p>
+
+<p>"There are some strange things in my father's lodge," said the pretty
+daughter, "and I do not know what they are. They are not good to eat,
+and I do not see what else they are good for. Will you come and see
+them?"</p>
+
+<p>"I will go wherever you ask me," declared the raven.</p>
+
+<p>The eagle's lodge was far up on the top of a high mountain, but the two
+birds were soon there, and the pretty daughter showed the raven the
+strange things. He knew what they were, and he said to himself,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span> "Men
+shall have them, and by and by they will be no less wise than the
+birds." Then he asked, "Has your father a magic cloak?"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 229px;">
+<img src="images/image170.jpg" width="229" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Yes," answered the pretty daughter.</p>
+
+<p>"May I put it on?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes, surely."</p>
+
+<p>When the raven had once put on the magic cloak, he seized the strange
+things and put them under it. Then he called, "I will come again soon,
+my pretty little cousin, and tell you all about the people on the
+earth."</p>
+
+<p>The things under his cloak were strange indeed, for one was the sun, and
+one was the moon. There were hundreds of bright stars, and there were
+brooks and rivers and waterfalls. Best of all, there was the precious
+gift of fire. The raven put the sun high up in the heavens, and fastened
+the moon and stars in their places. He let the brooks run down the sides
+of the mountains, and he hid the fire away in the rocks.</p>
+
+<p>After a while men found all these precious gifts. They knew when it was
+night and when it was day, and they learned how to use fire. They cannot
+mount into the air like the eagle, but in some things they are almost as
+wise as the birds.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE EARTH AND THE SKY.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The sky used to be very close to the earth, and of course the earth had
+no sunshine. Trees did not grow, flowers did not blossom, and water was
+not clear and bright. The earth did not know that there was any other
+way of living, and so she did not complain.</p>
+
+<p>By and by the sky and the earth had a son who was called the Shining
+One. When he was small, he had a dream, and he told it to the earth.
+"Mother Earth," he said, "I had a dream, and it was that the sky was far
+up above us. There was a bright light, and it made you more radiant than
+I ever saw you. What could the light have been?"</p>
+
+<p>"I do not know, my Shining One," she answered, "for there is nothing but
+the earth and the sky."</p>
+
+<p>After a long, long time, the Shining One was fully grown. Then he said
+to the sky, "Father Sky, will you not go higher up,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> that there may be
+light and warmth on the earth?"</p>
+
+<p>"There is no 'higher up,'" declared the sky. "There is only just here."</p>
+
+<p>Then the Shining One raised the sky till he rested on the mountain
+peaks.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! oh!" cried the sky. "They hurt. The peaks are sharp and rough. You
+are an unkind, cruel son."</p>
+
+<p>"In my dreams you were still higher up," replied the Shining One, and he
+raised the sky still higher.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! oh!" complained the sky, "I can hardly see the peaks. I will stay
+on the rough rocks."</p>
+
+<p>"You were far above the rocks in my dream," replied the Shining One.</p>
+
+<p>Then when the sky was raised far above the earth and no longer touched
+even the peaks, a great change came over the earth. She, too, had
+thought the Shining One unkind, and she had said, "Shining One, it was
+only a dream. Why should you change the sky and the earth? Why not let
+them<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> stay as they were before you had the dream?"</p>
+
+<p>"O Mother Earth," he said, "I wish you could see the radiant change that
+has come to pass. The air is full of light and warmth and fragrance. You
+yourself are more beautiful than you were even in my dream. Listen and
+hear the song of the birds. See the flowers blossoming in every field,
+and even covering the rough peaks of the mountains. Should you be glad
+if I had let all things stay as they were? Was I unkind to make you so
+much more lovely than you were?"</p>
+
+<p>Before the earth could answer, the sky began to complain. "You have
+spread over earth a new cloak of green, and of course she is beautiful
+with all her flowers and birds, but here am I, raised far above the
+mountain peaks. I have no cloak, nor have I flowers and birds. Shining
+One, give me a cloak."</p>
+
+<p>"That will I do, and most gladly," replied the Shining One, and he
+spread a soft<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> cloak of dark blue over the sky, and in it many a star
+sparkled and twinkled.</p>
+
+<p>"That is very well in the night," said the heavens, "but it is not good
+in the daytime, it is too gloomy. Give me another cloak for the day."
+Then the Shining One spread a light blue cloak over the sky for the
+daytime, and at last the sky was as beautiful as the earth.</p>
+
+<p>Now both sky and earth were contented. "I did not know that the earth
+was so radiant," said the sky. "I did not know that the sky was so
+beautiful," said the earth. "I will send a message to tell her how
+lovely she is," thought the sky, and he dropped down a gentle little
+rain.</p>
+
+<p>"I, too, will send a message," thought the earth, "and the clouds shall
+carry it for me." That is why there is often a light cloud rising from
+the earth in the morning. It is carrying a good-morning message from the
+beautiful earth to the sky.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p>
+<h2>HOW SUMMER CAME TO THE EARTH.</h2>
+
+
+<h3>PART I.</h3>
+
+<p>There was once a boy on the earth who was old enough to have a bow and
+arrows, but who had never seen a summer. He had no idea how it would
+look to have leaves on the trees, for he had never seen any such things.
+As for the songs of birds, he may have heard them in his dreams, but he
+never heard them when he was not asleep. If any one had asked, "Do you
+not like to walk on the soft grass?" he would have answered, "What is
+grass? I never saw any."</p>
+
+<p>The reason why this boy had never heard of summer was because there had
+never been a summer on the earth. Far to the north the earth was covered
+with thick ice, and even farther south, where the boy lived, the ground
+was rarely free from ice and snow.</p>
+
+<p>The boy's father was called the fisher. He taught his little son to
+hunt, and made him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span> a bow like his own, only smaller. The boy was proud
+of his arrows, and was always happy when he went out to hunt. He had
+often shot a lynx, and once or twice he had shot a wolverine. Sometimes
+it chanced that he found nothing to shoot, and then he was not happy,
+for he realized how cold it was. His fingers ached, and his feet ached,
+and the end of his nose ached. "Oh, if I could only carry the wigwam
+fire about with me!" he cried, for he had no idea of any other warmth
+than that which came from the fire.</p>
+
+<p>Now it chanced that Adjidaumo, the squirrel, was on a tree over the
+boy's head, and he heard this cry. He dropped a piece of ice upon the
+end of the boy's little red nose, and the boy bent his bow. Then he
+realized who it was, and he cried, "O Adjidaumo, you are warm. You have
+no fingers to ache with the cold. I am warm just twice a day, once in
+the morning and once at night."</p>
+
+<p>"Boys do not know much," replied Adjidaumo,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span> dancing lightly on the
+topmost bough. "The end of <i>my</i> nose is warm, and I have no fingers like
+yours to be cold, but if I had chanced to have any, I have an idea that
+would have kept them warm."</p>
+
+<p>"What is an idea?" asked the boy.</p>
+
+<p>"An idea is something that is better than a fire," replied the squirrel,
+"for you can carry an idea about with you, and you have to leave the
+fire at home. A lynx has an idea sometimes, and a wolverine has one
+sometimes, but a squirrel has one twice as often as a boy."</p>
+
+<p>The poor boy was too cold to be angry, and he begged, "Adjidaumo, if
+there is any way for me to keep warm, will you not tell me what it is? A
+lynx would be more kind to me than you are, and I am sure a wolverine
+would tell me."</p>
+
+<p>Adjidaumo had rarely been cold, but when he realized how cold the boy
+was, he was sorry for him, and he said, "All you have to do is to go
+home and cry. When your father says, 'Why do you cry?' answer<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span> nothing
+but 'Boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo! Get me summer, get me summer!'"</p>
+
+<p>Now this boy rarely cried, but his hands and feet were so very cold that
+he thought he would do as the squirrel had told him, and he started for
+home. As soon as he reached the wigwam, he threw himself down upon the
+ground and cried. He cried so hard that his tears made a river that ran
+out of the wigwam door. It was a frozen river, of course, but when the
+fisher saw it, he knew it was made of the tears of his little son. "What
+are you crying for?" he asked, but all the boy answered was "Boo-hoo,
+boo-hoo! Get me summer, father, get me summer!"</p>
+
+<p>"Summer," repeated the fisher thoughtfully. "It is not easy to get
+summer, but I will find it if I can."</p>
+
+
+<h3>PART II.</h3>
+
+<p>The fisher made a great feast for the animals that he thought could help
+him to find summer. The otter, the lynx, the badger,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> and the wolverine
+came. After they had eaten, the hunter told them what he wished to do,
+and they all set out to find summer.</p>
+
+<p>For many days they traveled, and at last they came to a high mountain
+upon whose summit the sky seemed to rest.</p>
+
+<p>"That is where summer is," declared the badger. "All we have to do is to
+climb to the summit and take it from the heavens." So they all climbed
+and climbed, till it seemed as if they would never reach the top. After
+a long time they were on the very highest summit, but the heavens were
+above them.</p>
+
+<p>"We cannot reach it," said the fisher.</p>
+
+<p>"Let us try," said the lynx.</p>
+
+<p>"I will try first," said the otter. So the otter sprang up with all his
+might, but he could not touch the heavens. He rolled down the side of
+the mountain, and then he ran home. The badger tried, and the beaver
+tried, and the lynx tried, but not one of them could leap far enough to
+reach the heavens. "Now I will try," said the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span> wolverine. "I am not
+going to climb away up here for nothing." The fisher watched most
+eagerly, for he thought, "There's my boy at home crying, and what shall
+I do if I cannot get the summer for him?"</p>
+
+<p>The wolverine leaped farther than any wolverine ever leaped before, and
+he went where no animal on the earth had ever been before, for he went
+straight through the floor of the heavens. Of course the fisher
+followed, and there they were in a more lovely place than any one on the
+earth had ever dreamed of, for they were in the land of summer, and
+summer had never come to the earth.</p>
+
+<p>The soft, warm air went down through the hole in the floor and spread
+over the earth. Birds flew down, singing happily as they flew, and all
+kinds of flowers that are on the earth to-day made their way through the
+hole as fast as they could, for they knew all about the little boy in
+the wigwam who was wishing that summer would come.</p>
+
+<p>Now there were people in the heavens,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> and when they found that summer
+was going down to the earth through the hole in the floor, they cried
+out to the Great Spirit, "Take summer away from him, take it away from
+him!" and they shot their arrows at the fisher and the wolverine. The
+wolverine dropped through the hole, but the fisher was not quick enough,
+and he could not get away.</p>
+
+<p>The Great Spirit said, "The heavens have the summer all the year, but
+the earth shall have summer half the year. I shall close the hole in the
+floor so the fisher cannot go down to earth again, but I will make him
+into a fish and give him a place in the heavens."</p>
+
+<p>When the Indians look up at the sky, they see a fish in the stars, and
+they say, "That is the good fisher who gave us the beautiful summer."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE FIRST SNOWDROPS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>An old man sat alone in his house. It Was full of shadows; it was dark
+and gloomy.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span> The old man cared nothing for the shadows or the darkness,
+for he was thinking of all the mighty deeds that he had done. "There is
+no one else in the world," he muttered, "who has done such deeds as I,"
+and he counted them over aloud. A sound outside of the house interrupted
+him. "What can it be?" he said to himself. "How dares anything interrupt
+me? I have told all things to be still. It sounds like the rippling of
+waters, and I have told the waters to be quiet in their beds. There it
+is again. It is like the singing of birds, and I have sent the birds far
+away to the south."</p>
+
+<p>Some one opened the door and came in. It was a youth with sunny curls
+and rosy face.</p>
+
+<p>"Who said you might come in?" muttered the old man.</p>
+
+<p>"Did not you?" asked the youth, with a merry little laugh. "I am really
+afraid that I came without asking. You see, every one is glad to see me
+and"&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I am not," interrupted the old man.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I have heard rumors of your great deeds," said the youth, "and I came
+to see whether the tales are true."</p>
+
+<p>"The deeds are more true than the tales," muttered the old man, "for the
+tales are never great enough. No one can count the wonderful things I
+have done."</p>
+
+<p>"And what are they?" asked the young man gravely, but with a merry
+little twinkle in his eyes that would have made one think of the waves
+sparkling in the sunlight. "Let us see whether you or I can tell the
+greatest tale."</p>
+
+<p>"I can breathe upon a river and turn it to ice," said the old man.</p>
+
+<p>"I can breathe upon the ice and turn it to a river," said the youth.</p>
+
+<p>"I can say to water, 'Stand still,' and it will not dare to stir."</p>
+
+<p>"I can say, 'Stand no longer,' and it will go running and chattering
+down the mountain side."</p>
+
+<p>"I shake my white head," said the old man, "and snow covers the earth."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I shake my curls," said the young man, "and the air sparkles with
+sunshine. In a moment the snow is gone."</p>
+
+<p>"I say to the birds, 'Sing no more. Leave me,' and they spread their
+wings and fly far away."</p>
+
+<p>"I say, 'Little birds, come back,' and in a moment they are back again
+and singing their sweetest songs to me."</p>
+
+<p>"No one can count the leaves," said the old man, "but whether I shake
+the trees with my icy touch, or whether I turn my cold breath upon them,
+they fall to the ground with fear and trembling. Are there any rumors of
+my deeds as great as that?"</p>
+
+<p>The young man answered gravely, but with a laugh in his voice, "I never
+saw any leaves falling to the ground, for when I appear, they are all
+fair and green and trembling with the gladness of my coming."</p>
+
+<p>So the two talked all night long. As morning came near, the old man
+appeared weary, but the youth grew merrier. The sunlight brightened, and
+the youth turned<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> to the open door. The trees were full of birds, and
+when they saw him, they sang, "O beautiful spring! glad are we to look
+again upon your face."</p>
+
+<p>"My own dear birds!" cried spring. He turned to say good-by, but the old
+man was gone, and where he had stood were only snowflakes. But were they
+snowflakes? He looked again. They were little white snowdrops, the first
+flowers of spring, the only flowers that can remember the winter.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THE FACE OF THE MOON IS WHITE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>An Indian chief had a fair young daughter. One day the wind came to him
+and said, "Great chief, I love your daughter, and she loves me. Will you
+give her to me to be my wife?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," answered the chief.</p>
+
+<p>The next day the maiden herself went to the chief and said, "Father, I
+love the wind. Will you let me go with him to his lodge and be his
+wife?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"No," declared the chief, "I will not. When the wind was a child, he
+often came into my wigwam through some tiny hole, and try as I would to
+make my fire, he always put it out. He knows neither how to fight nor
+how to hunt, and you shall not be his wife."</p>
+
+<p>Then the chief hid his daughter in a thick grove of dark spruces. "The
+wind might see her in a pine," he thought, "but he will never catch
+sight of her in a grove of spruces."</p>
+
+<p>Now the wind could make himself invisible if he chose, and all the time
+that the chief was talking, the wind was close beside him listening to
+every word. When the next night came, the wind ran round and round the
+grove of spruces until he discovered a tiny place where he could get in.
+When he came out, the maiden was with him. He did not dare to go near
+the Indians to live, for he was afraid that the chief would come and
+take her away from him; so he built a new lodge far to the north-ward.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span>
+To that lodge he carried the maiden, and she became his wife.</p>
+
+<p>Neither the wind nor his young wife had thought that the chief could
+ever find them, but he searched and searched, and at last he came to
+their lodge. The wind hid his wife and made himself invisible, but the
+father struck all about with his great war-club, and a hard blow fell
+upon the head of the wind. He knew no more of what the chief was doing.</p>
+
+<p>When he came to himself, he discovered that his wife was gone, and he
+set out in search of her. He roamed about wildly in the forest, and at
+last he saw her in a canoe with her father on the Big-Sea-Water. "Come
+with me," he called. She became as white as snow, but she could not see
+the wind, because after the blow upon his head he had forgotten how to
+make himself visible.</p>
+
+<p>He was so angry with the chief that he blew with all his might upon the
+tiny canoe. "Let it tip over," he thought. "I can<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span> carry my wife safely
+to land." The canoe did tip over, and both the chief and his daughter
+fell into the water. "Come, dear wife," cried the wind. "Here is my
+hand." He did not remember that he was invisible, and that she could not
+see his hand. That is why she fell down, down, through the deep water to
+the bottom of the lake. The chief, too, lost his life, for the wind did
+not try to help him.</p>
+
+<p>When the wind discovered that his wife was gone from him, he became
+almost wild with sorrow. "The wind never blew so sadly before," said the
+people in the wigwams.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 287px;">
+<img src="images/image190.jpg" width="287" height="450" alt="&quot;HERE IS MY HAND&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;HERE IS MY HAND&quot;</span>
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The Great Spirit was sorry that the chief's daughter had fallen into the
+water and lost her life, and the next night he bore her up to the stars
+and gave her a home in the moon. There she lives again, but her face is
+white, as it was when she fell from the canoe. On moonlight nights she
+always looks down upon the earth, searching for the wind, for she does
+not know that he is invisible. The wind does not know that far away in
+the moon is the white face of his lost wife, and so he roams through the
+forest and wanders about the rocks and the mountains, but never thinks
+of looking up to the moon.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY ALL MEN LOVE THE MOON.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Thunder and Lightning were going to give a feast. It was to be a most
+delightful banquet, for all the good things that could be imagined were
+to be brought from every corner of the world.</p>
+
+<p>For many days before the feast these good things were coming. The birds
+flew up with what they could find in the cold air of the north and the
+warm air of the south. The fishes came from the east and from the west
+with what they could find in the cold water or in the warm water. As for
+what grew on the earth, there was no end to the luxuries that came every
+morning and every evening. Squirrels brought nuts, crows<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> brought corn,
+the ants brought sweet things of many kinds. Food that was rich and rare
+came from India and Japan. The butterflies and the humming-birds were to
+arrange the flowers, the peacocks and the orioles promised to help make
+the place beautiful, and the waves and the brooks agreed to make their
+most charming music.</p>
+
+<p>Thunder and Lightning were talking about whom to invite, and they
+questioned whether to ask the sun, the moon, and the wind. These three
+were children of the star mother.</p>
+
+<p>"The star mother has been so kind to us that I suppose we ought to
+invite her children," said Thunder.</p>
+
+<p>"The moon is charming, but the sun and the wind are rough and wild. If I
+were the star mother, I would keep them in a corner all day, and they
+should stay there all night, too, if they did not promise to be gentle,"
+said Lightning.</p>
+
+<p>"We must invite them," replied Thunder, with what sounded much like a
+little growl,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> "but it would be delightful if they would agree to stay
+away, all but the moon."</p>
+
+<p>That is why the sun and wind were invited as well as the moon. When the
+invitation came, the two brothers said to their little sister, "You are
+too small to go to a feast, but perhaps they asked you because they were
+going to ask us."</p>
+
+<p>"Star mother, I think I will stay at home," said the moon tearfully.</p>
+
+<p>"No, little moon," replied the star mother; "go to the feast with the
+other children."</p>
+
+<p>So the three children went to the feast, and the star mother waited for
+them to come home.</p>
+
+<p>When they came, she asked, "What did you bring for me?" The hands of the
+sun were full of good things, but he said, "I brought only what I am
+going to eat myself," and he sat down in a corner with his back to the
+others, and went on eating.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you bring anything for me?" she asked the wind.</p>
+
+<p>"I brought some good things halfway<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span> home, and then I was weary of
+carrying them," answered the wind, "so I have eaten them."</p>
+
+<p>"I should never have imagined that you would be so selfish," said the
+star mother sadly, and she asked the little moon, "My daughter, did you
+bring anything for me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, star mother," answered the little moon, and she gave her mother
+more good things than any one had ever seen in their home before. There
+were rare luxuries that the fishes and the birds had brought. There were
+rich colors that the peacocks and orioles had promised, and there was
+even some of the charming music that the waves and brooks had agreed to
+make.</p>
+
+<p>The star mother praised the little maiden. Then she looked at her two
+boys. She was sad, for she knew that they must be punished for their
+selfishness. "Sun," said she, "you wish to turn your back on all, and
+your punishment shall be that when the warm days of summer have come,
+all men will turn their backs on you." To the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> wind she said, "Wind, you
+thought of no one but yourself. When the storm is coming and you are
+afraid and fly before it, no one shall think of you. All men shall close
+their doors against you and fasten them." Then to her little daughter
+she said, "My little moon, you were unselfish and thoughtful. You shall
+always be bright and beautiful, and men shall love you and praise you
+whenever they look upon your gentle, kindly face."</p>
+
+<p>This is why men hide from the sun and the wind, but never from the moon.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THERE IS A HARE IN THE MOON.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Many strange things happened long ago, and one of them was that a hare,
+a monkey, and a fox agreed to live together. They talked about their
+plan a long time. Then the hare said, "I promise to help the monkey and
+the fox." The monkey declared, "I promise to help the fox and the hare."
+The fox said, "I promise to help the hare<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> and the monkey." They shook
+hands, or rather shook paws. There was something else to which they
+agreed, and that was that they would kill no living creature.</p>
+
+<p>The manito was much pleased when he heard of this plan, but he said to
+himself, "I should like to make sure that what I have heard is true, and
+that they are really gentle and kind to others as well as to themselves.
+I will go to the forest and see how they behave toward strangers."</p>
+
+<p>The manito appeared before the three animals, but they thought he was a
+hunter. "May I come into your lodge and rest?" he asked. "I am very
+weary."</p>
+
+<p>All three came toward him and gave him a welcome. "Come into our lodge,"
+they said. "We have agreed to help one another, so we will help one
+another to help you."</p>
+
+<p>"I have been hungry all day," said the manito, "but I should rather have
+such a welcome than food."</p>
+
+<p>"But if you are hungry, you must have food," declared the three animals.
+"If there<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> were anything in our lodge that you would care to eat, you
+might have part of it or all of it, but there is nothing here that you
+would like."</p>
+
+<p>Then said the monkey, "I have a plan. I will go out into the forest and
+find you some food."</p>
+
+<p>When the monkey came back, he said, "I found a tree with some fruit on
+it. I climbed it and shook it, and here is the fruit. There was only a
+little of it, for fruit was scarce."</p>
+
+<p>"Will you not eat part of it yourself?" asked the manito.</p>
+
+<p>"No," answered the monkey. "I had rather see you eat it, for I think you
+are more hungry than I."</p>
+
+<p>The manito wished to know whether the fox and the hare would behave as
+unselfishly toward him, and he said, "My good friends, the fruit was
+indeed welcome, but I am still hungry."</p>
+
+<p>Then the fox said, "I will go out into the forest and see what I can
+find for you."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>When the fox came back, he said, "I shook the trees, but no more fruit
+fell. I could not climb the trees, for my paws are not made for
+climbing, but I searched on the ground, and at last I found some hominy
+that a traveler had left, and I have brought you that."</p>
+
+<p>The manito had soon eaten the hominy. He wished to know whether the hare
+would behave as kindly as the others, and before long he said, "My good
+friends, the hominy was indeed welcome, but I am still hungry."</p>
+
+<p>Then the hare said, "I will gladly go out into the forest and search for
+food." He was gone a long time, but when he came back, he brought no
+food.</p>
+
+<p>"I am very hungry," said the manito.</p>
+
+<p>"Stranger," said the hare, "if you will build a fire beside the rock, I
+can give you some food."</p>
+
+<p>The manito built a fire, and the hare said, "Now I will spring from the
+top of the rock upon the fire. I have heard that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> men eat flesh, that is
+taken from the fire, and I will give you my own."</p>
+
+<p>The hare sprang from the rock, but the manito caught him in his hands
+before the flame could touch him, and said, "Dear, unselfish little
+hare, the monkey and the fox have welcomed me and searched the forest
+through to find me food, but you have done more, for you have given me
+yourself. I will take the gift, little hare, and I will carry you in my
+arms up to the moon, so that every one on the earth may see you and hear
+the tale of your kindness and unselfishness."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/image199.jpg" width="450" height="233" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>The Indians can see a hare in the moon,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> and this is the story that they
+tell their children about it.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE CHILDREN IN THE MOON.</h2>
+
+
+<p>They had no idea where they came from. All they knew was that they lived
+on the hill, and that the old man of the hill called them Jack and Jill.
+They had plenty of berries to eat, and when night came, they had soft
+beds of fir to sleep on. There were all kinds of animals on the hill,
+and they were friendly to the two children. They could have had a most
+delightful time playing all day long if it had not been for having to
+carry water.</p>
+
+<p>Every morning, just as soon as the first rays of the sun could be seen
+from their home, they heard the voice of the old man of the hill
+calling, "Jack! Jill! Take your pail and get some water." Whenever they
+were having an especially pleasant game with some of the animals, they
+heard the same call, "Take your pail and get some<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span> water." It is no
+wonder that Jack awoke one night when no one called and said, "Jill, did
+he say we must get some water?" "I suppose so," answered Jill sleepily,
+and they went out with the pail.</p>
+
+<p>The moon was shining down through the trees, and they imagined that she
+was nearer than ever before. The forest was not half so lonely with her
+gentle face looking down upon them. Soon they felt happier than at
+first, and they played little games together, running from tree to tree.</p>
+
+<p>"We have spilled half the water," said Jill.</p>
+
+<p>"There's plenty left," said Jack, "if half <i>is</i> spilled."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you suppose there are any children who play games whenever they like
+and do not have to carry water?"</p>
+
+<p>"Plenty of them," declared Jack.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Jack and Jill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Went up the hill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To get a pail of water,"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>sang a voice so clear that it seemed close at hand, and so soft that it
+seemed far away.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Jack started, fell, and rolled down the hillside, and Jill came tumbling
+after. As for the water, what was left was spilled before Jack had
+rolled over once; and before he had rolled over twice, the same voice
+sang,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Jack fell down<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And broke his crown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Jill came tumbling after."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>"It is about us," cried Jill.</p>
+
+<p>"I have not broken any crown," said Jack.</p>
+
+<p>"It is the crown of your head," declared Jill.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" said Jack; "but where's the water?"</p>
+
+<p>"It has gone tumbling down the hill," answered the same voice.</p>
+
+<p>"How can water go tumbling?" cried Jill. "<i>We</i> tumbled."</p>
+
+<p>"Water tumbles too," replied the voice, "especially when it is frozen."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" said Jack.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" said Jill.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"The stream is frozen," called the voice.</p>
+
+<p>"What stream?" asked the children together.</p>
+
+<p>"The stream that goes down the hill," answered the voice. "Did you not
+know that you were bringing water to keep the stream full?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, indeed," said the children.</p>
+
+<p>"The old man of the hill is only a rock, and what you thought his voice
+was only the water flowing around it."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 276px;">
+<img src="images/image203.jpg" width="276" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Oh!" cried Jack.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" cried Jill.</p>
+
+<p>"The stream is frozen," said the voice, "and the earth has a cloak of
+snow and ice."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Who are you?" asked Jill shyly.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you really not know? What a strange child you are! I am the moon, of
+course. Very pleasant people live with me, and I have come to invite you
+both to go home with me. Will you come?"</p>
+
+<p>The children looked up through the trees, and there was the gentle face
+of the moon, looking more gentle and kind than ever. "Come," said she,
+and they went very willingly. They have lived in the moon many years,
+but they never again carried a pail of water for a stream. "That is the
+work of the clouds and the sun," says the moon.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>WHY THERE IS A MAN IN THE MOON.</h2>
+
+
+<p>"Goodman," said the goodwife, "you must go out into the forest and
+gather sticks for the fire. To-morrow will be Sunday, and we have no
+wood to burn."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, goodwife," answered the goodman, "I will go to the forest."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He did go to the forest, but he sat on a mossy rock and fished till it
+was dark, and so he brought home no wood. "The goodwife shall not know
+it," he thought. "I will go to the forest to-morrow morning and gather
+sticks."</p>
+
+<p>When morning came, he crept softly out of the house when it was hardly
+light, and went to the forest. Soon he had as many sticks as he could
+carry, and he was starting for home when a voice called sternly, "Put
+those sticks down." He looked to the right, to the left, before him,
+behind him, and over his head. There was no one to be seen.</p>
+
+<p>"Put those sticks down," said the voice again.</p>
+
+<p>"Please, I do not dare to put them down," replied the goodman, trembling
+with fear. "They are to burn, and my wife cannot cook the dinner without
+them."</p>
+
+<p>"You will have no dinner to-day," said the voice.</p>
+
+<p>"The goodwife will not know that I did<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span> not gather them last night, and
+she will let me have some dinner. I am almost sure she will," the
+goodman replied.</p>
+
+<p>"You must not gather sticks to-day," said the voice more sternly than
+ever. "It is Sunday. Put them down."</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed, Mr. Voice, I dare not," whispered the goodman; and afar off he
+thought he heard his wife calling, "Goodman, where are you? There is no
+wood to burn."</p>
+
+<p>"Will you put them down, or will you carry them forever?" cried the
+voice angrily.</p>
+
+<p>"Truly, I cannot put them down, for I dare not go home without them,"
+answered the goodman, shaking with fear from head to foot. "The goodwife
+would not like it."</p>
+
+<p>"Then carry them forever," said the voice. "You care not for Sunday, and
+you shall never have another Sunday."</p>
+
+<p>The goodman could not tell how it came about, but he felt himself being
+lifted, up, up, up, sticks and all, till he was in the moon.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Here you shall stay," said the voice sternly. "You will not keep
+Sunday, and here you need not. This is the moon, and so it is always the
+moon's day, or Monday, and Monday it shall be with you always. Whenever
+any one looks up at the moon, he will say, 'See the man with the sticks
+on his back. He was taken to the moon because he gathered wood on
+Sunday.'"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear, oh dear," cried the goodman, "what will the goodwife say?"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE TWIN STARS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In front of the little house was a pine-tree, and every night at the
+time when the children went to bed, a bright star appeared over the top
+of the tree and looked in at the window. The children were brother and
+sister. They were twins, and so they always had each other to play with.</p>
+
+<p>"Now go to sleep," the mother would say when she had kissed them
+good-night, but it was hard to go to sleep when such a beautiful,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span>
+radiant thing was shining in at the window of the little house.</p>
+
+<p>"What do you suppose is in the star?" asked the sister.</p>
+
+<p>"I think there are daisies and honey and violets and butterflies and
+bluebirds," answered the brother.</p>
+
+<p>"And I think there are roses and robins and berries and humming-birds,"
+said the sister.</p>
+
+<p>"There must be trees and grass too, and I am sure there are pearls and
+diamonds."</p>
+
+<p>"I can almost see them now," declared the sister. "I wish we could
+really see them. To-morrow let us go and find the star."</p>
+
+<p>When morning came, the star was gone, but they said, "It was just behind
+the pine-tree, and so it must be on the blue mountain." The blue
+mountain was a long way off, but it looked near, and the twins thought
+they could walk to it in an hour. All day long they walked. They went
+through the lonely woods, they crossed brooks, they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> climbed hills, and
+still they could not find the radiant star that had looked in at their
+window. The hour had come when their mother always put them to bed and
+kissed them and said good-night, but now they had no mother, no
+good-night kiss, and no bed. They were tired and sleepy. They heard
+strange sounds in the forest, and they were frightened. "I am so tired,"
+the sister whispered. "I am afraid a bear will come. I wish we could see
+the star."</p>
+
+<p>The sky had grown dark, and a star could be seen here and there, but it
+was not their star. They went on till they could go no farther. "We will
+lie down on the grass," said the brother, "and cover ourselves up with
+leaves, and go to sleep."</p>
+
+<p>Tired as they were, they did not have time to go to sleep before they
+heard a bear calling "Ugh! Ugh!" in the woods. They sprang up and ran
+out of the woods, and just before they came to the bottom of the hill,
+they saw right in front of them a beautiful little lake. They were not
+frightened<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> any more, for there in the water was something radiant and
+shining. "It is our own star," said they, "and it has come down to us."
+They never thought of looking up into the sky over their heads. It was
+enough for them that the star was in the water and so near them. But was
+it calling them? They thought so. "Come," cried the brother, "take my
+hand, and we will go to the star." Then the spirit of the skies lifted
+them up gently and carried them away on a beautiful cloud.</p>
+
+<p>The father and mother sat alone in the little house one evening, looking
+sadly out of the window through which the twins had looked. "There is
+the star that they loved," the mother said. "I have often listened to
+them while they talked of it. It is rising over the pine-tree in front
+of the house." They sat and watched the star. It was brighter and more
+radiant than ever, and in it the father and mother saw the faces of
+their lost children. "Oh, take us too, good spirit of the skies!" they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span>
+cried. The spirit heard them, and when the next evening came, close
+beside the star there was another star. In that were the father and
+mother, and at last they and the children were all very happy to be
+together again.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE LANTERN AND THE FAN.</h2>
+
+
+<p>In a Japanese village there once lived a man who had two sons. When the
+sons were grown up, each brought home a wife from another village a long
+distance away. The father was greatly pleased with his two
+daughters-in-law, and for many months they all lived very happily
+together.</p>
+
+<p>At last the two young wives asked to go home to visit their friends.
+Among the Japanese the sons and the sons' wives must always obey the
+father, so the two wives said, "Father-in-law, it is a long, long time
+since we have seen our friends. May we go to our old home and visit
+them?" The father-in-law answered, "No." After many<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span> months they asked
+again, and again he answered, "No." Once more they asked. The
+father-in-law thought, "They care nothing for me, or they would not wish
+to leave me, but I have a plan, and I can soon know whether they love
+their father-in-law or not." Then he said to the older of the two wives,
+"You may go if you wish, but you must never come back unless you bring
+me fire wrapped in paper." To the younger he said, "You may go if you
+wish, but you must never come back unless you bring me wind wrapped in
+paper." The father-in-law thought, "Now I shall find out. If they care
+for me, they will search the country through till they find paper that
+will hold fire and wind."</p>
+
+<p>The two young wives were so glad to visit their old friends that for
+almost a month they forgot all about the gifts that they were to carry
+to their father-in-law. At last, when it was time to go home, they were
+greatly troubled about what they must carry with them, and they asked a
+wise man<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span> where to find the strange things. "Paper that will hold fire
+and wind!" he cried. "There is no such paper in Japan." The two women
+asked one wise man after another, and every one declared, "There is no
+such paper in Japan." What should they do? They feared they would never
+see their home again. They were so sad that they left their friends and
+wandered a long distance into the forest. Great tears fell from their
+eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"I do not let people cry in my woods," said a voice. "My trees do not
+grow well in salt water."</p>
+
+<p>The poor wives were so sorrowful that they forgot to be afraid, and the
+older one said, "Can we help crying? Unless I can carry to my
+father-in-law fire wrapped in paper, I can never go home." "And I,"
+wailed the younger, "unless I can carry wind wrapped in paper, I can
+never go home. None of the wise men ever heard of such things. What
+shall we do?"</p>
+
+<p>"It is easy enough to wrap fire in paper,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> answered the voice. "Here is
+a piece of paper. Now watch." They watched, and the strangest thing in
+all the world happened right before their eyes. There was no one to be
+seen, but a piece of paper appeared on the ground and folded itself into
+a Japanese lantern. "Now put a candle inside," said the voice, "and you
+have paper holding fire. What more could you ask?"</p>
+
+<p>Then the older woman was happy, but the younger was still sad. She saw
+now that fire could be carried in paper, but surely no one could carry
+wind. "O dear voice," she cried, "can any one carry wind in paper?"</p>
+
+<p>"That is much easier than to carry fire," replied the voice, "for wind
+does not burn holes. Watch."</p>
+
+<p>They watched eagerly. Another piece of paper came all by itself and lay
+on the ground between them. There was a picture on it of a tree covered
+with white blossoms. Two women stood under the tree, gathering the
+blossoms.</p>
+
+<p>"The two women are yourselves," said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span> the voice, "and the blossoms are
+the gifts that the father-in-law will give you when you go home."</p>
+
+<p>"But I cannot go home," the younger wailed, "for I cannot carry wind
+wrapped in paper."</p>
+
+<p>"Here is the paper, and there is always plenty of wind. Why not take
+them?"</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed, I do not know how," the younger woman answered sorrowfully.</p>
+
+<p>"This way, of course," said the voice. Some long, light twigs flew to
+the paper. It folded itself, over, under, together. It opened and
+closed, and it waved itself before the tearful face of the younger
+woman. "Does not the wind come to your face?" asked the voice, "and is
+it not the fan that has brought it? The lantern carries fire wrapped in
+paper, and the fan carries wind wrapped in paper."</p>
+
+<p>Then, indeed, the two young women were happy, and when they came to the
+home of their father-in-law, he was as glad as they. He gave them
+beautiful gifts of gold and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span> silver, and he said, "No one ever had such
+marvels before as the lantern and the fan, but in my home there are two
+more precious things than these, and they are my two dear daughters."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span></p>
+<h2>VOCABULARY OF THE BOOK OF NATURE MYTHS.</h2>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>&mdash;This vocabulary is supplementary to that of <span class="smcap">The Hiawatha Primer</span>.
+Nouns and verbs which are inflected regularly are entered under but one
+form.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Pages 1-4</i><br />
+first<br />
+humming-bird<br />
+ago<br />
+know<br />
+flames<br />
+last<br />
+people<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 4-7</i><br />
+again<br />
+fled<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 7-9</i><br />
+grew<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 10-12</i><br />
+butterflies<br />
+stones<br />
+some<br />
+would<br />
+men<br />
+could<br />
+beauty<br />
+life<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 13-15</i><br />
+woodpecker<br />
+man<br />
+cake<br />
+put<br />
+bake<br />
+large<br />
+small<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 15-19</i><br />
+magician<br />
+fever<br />
+breath<br />
+shot<br />
+fight<br />
+ever<br />
+wound<br />
+head<br />
+crest<br />
+another<br />
+blood<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 19-23</i><br />
+serpent<br />
+hissed<br />
+cat<br />
+shut<br />
+quick<br />
+always<br />
+fall<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 23-28</i><br />
+swallow<br />
+tail<br />
+forked<br />
+animals<br />
+year<br />
+meet<br />
+mosquito<br />
+whose<br />
+tore<br />
+tongue<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 28-31</i><br />
+hares<br />
+snowflakes<br />
+feet<br />
+firebrand<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 31-34</i><br />
+magpie<br />
+time<br />
+home<br />
+warm<br />
+brought<br />
+merrily<br />
+sorry<br />
+eggs<br />
+busy<br />
+taking<br />
+care<br />
+well<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 34-36</i><br />
+raven<br />
+thief<br />
+happened<br />
+wood-worm<br />
+only<br />
+himself<br />
+pieces<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 36-40</i><br />
+more<br />
+gone<br />
+get<br />
+let<br />
+any<br />
+wolf<br />
+pond<br />
+near<br />
+bat<br />
+rain<br />
+quickly<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 40, 41</i><br />
+catch<br />
+caught<br />
+tried<br />
+curled<br />
+throw<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 41, 42</i><br />
+fast<br />
+hand<br />
+soon<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 43-46</i><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span>quail<br />
+snipe<br />
+never<br />
+crept<br />
+carrying<br />
+pulled<br />
+bill<br />
+legs<br />
+mole<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 47-49</i><br />
+sheds<br />
+grandfather<br />
+marsh<br />
+drink<br />
+drank<br />
+burst<br />
+done<br />
+off<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 50-52</i><br />
+dove<br />
+manito<br />
+brave<br />
+crying<br />
+Hoots<br />
+too<br />
+known<br />
+most<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 52-56</i><br />
+parrot<br />
+repeats<br />
+truth<br />
+ox<br />
+owner<br />
+yes<br />
+villagers<br />
+punish<br />
+next<br />
+think<br />
+jar<br />
+even<br />
+storm<br />
+thunder<br />
+mocking-bird<br />
+replied<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 56-59</i><br />
+cunning<br />
+baby<br />
+voices<br />
+owned<br />
+own<br />
+mock<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 60-64</i><br />
+fox<br />
+sheep<br />
+cows<br />
+fields<br />
+growl<br />
+should<br />
+Mr.<br />
+eaten<br />
+cream<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 64-67</i><br />
+girl<br />
+whom<br />
+treated<br />
+sister<br />
+happy<br />
+please<br />
+covered<br />
+really<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 68-70</i><br />
+troubles<br />
+lies<br />
+remember<br />
+dies<br />
+lip<br />
+split<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 70-72</i><br />
+peetweet<br />
+flies<br />
+eagerly<br />
+lakes<br />
+hollows<br />
+thirsty<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 72-75</i><br />
+short<br />
+fish<br />
+such<br />
+easy<br />
+ice<br />
+frozen<br />
+hole<br />
+worse<br />
+slowly<br />
+angrily<br />
+wish<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 76-78</i><br />
+wren<br />
+king<br />
+choose<br />
+which<br />
+wise<br />
+than<br />
+eagle<br />
+wisest<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 79-82</i><br />
+often<br />
+does<br />
+wicked<br />
+strange<br />
+knife<br />
+sharpen<br />
+harm<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 83-86</i><br />
+grasshopper<br />
+country<br />
+Tithonus<br />
+goddess<br />
+Aurora<br />
+begged<br />
+speak<br />
+roamed<br />
+fairest<br />
+immortal<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 86-89</i><br />
+oriole<br />
+power<br />
+ruler<br />
+master<br />
+yield<br />
+clouds<br />
+lightning<br />
+may<br />
+hornet<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 89-93</i><br />
+peacock<br />
+Juno<br />
+queen<br />
+world<br />
+played<br />
+tricks<br />
+Argus<br />
+hundred<br />
+Mercury<br />
+belonged<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 93-95</i><br />
+bees<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span>tribes<br />
+while<br />
+honey<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 96-98</i><br />
+rich<br />
+poor<br />
+sowed<br />
+ground<br />
+seed<br />
+mine<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 98-102</i><br />
+ants<br />
+full<br />
+almost<br />
+house<br />
+sense<br />
+smell<br />
+pearl<br />
+lost<br />
+dire<br />
+named<br />
+bag<br />
+box<br />
+bagged<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 103-106</i><br />
+face<br />
+after<br />
+top<br />
+gaze<br />
+side<br />
+far-away<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 107-110</i><br />
+diamonds<br />
+chief<br />
+enemies<br />
+stolen<br />
+search<br />
+mourned<br />
+wife<br />
+Moneta<br />
+mother<br />
+tears<br />
+indeed<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 111-114</i><br />
+Runoia<br />
+shyly<br />
+true<br />
+sweet<br />
+kinds<br />
+harp<br />
+touched<br />
+strings<br />
+wailing<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 114-117</i><br />
+emeralds<br />
+vase<br />
+precious<br />
+air<br />
+India<br />
+roll<br />
+waves<br />
+deepest<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 118-122</i><br />
+flown<br />
+berries<br />
+broken<br />
+might<br />
+spring<br />
+willow<br />
+spruce<br />
+juniper<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 122-125</i><br />
+aspen<br />
+guides<br />
+swarm<br />
+reason<br />
+despise<br />
+both<br />
+anywhere<br />
+places<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 125-128</i><br />
+heather<br />
+plants<br />
+contented<br />
+violet<br />
+fragrance<br />
+daisy<br />
+chose<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 128-132</i><br />
+flax<br />
+sight<br />
+hall<br />
+sparkling<br />
+gift<br />
+spin<br />
+weave<br />
+linen<br />
+Holda<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 133-135</i><br />
+cranberries<br />
+meadow<br />
+cranberry<br />
+woods<br />
+hominy<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 135-138</i><br />
+salt<br />
+Frothi<br />
+millstones<br />
+grind<br />
+gate<br />
+rest<br />
+weary<br />
+ship<br />
+else<br />
+bottom<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 138-141</i><br />
+crane<br />
+hold<br />
+bitterly<br />
+witch<br />
+obey<br />
+surely<br />
+taken<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 142-145</i><br />
+Turtle<br />
+fierce<br />
+dare<br />
+ready<br />
+sure<br />
+shields<br />
+breast<br />
+arms<br />
+just<br />
+declared<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 145-150</i><br />
+crocodile<br />
+wide<br />
+mouth<br />
+kingdom<br />
+calm<br />
+swim<br />
+suddenly<br />
+dragged<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span>open<br />
+anything<br />
+carried<br />
+sword<br />
+able<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 150-154</i><br />
+Japan<br />
+picture<br />
+changing<br />
+dragon<br />
+island<br />
+mean<br />
+used<br />
+tell<br />
+moment<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 155-159</i><br />
+pass<br />
+perhaps<br />
+brooks<br />
+better<br />
+followed<br />
+course<br />
+hurt<br />
+left<br />
+enough<br />
+felt<br />
+pleasant<br />
+quiet<br />
+playmates<br />
+forgotten<br />
+complained<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 160-164</i><br />
+cousins<br />
+quarreled<br />
+less<br />
+hard<br />
+ought<br />
+mount<br />
+hunger<br />
+weak<br />
+pretty<br />
+daughter<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 165-168</i><br />
+dream<br />
+radiant<br />
+raised<br />
+peaks<br />
+rough<br />
+unkind<br />
+stay<br />
+spread<br />
+message<br />
+dropped<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 169-172</i><br />
+idea<br />
+rarely<br />
+lynx<br />
+twice<br />
+wolverine<br />
+chanced<br />
+realized<br />
+fingers<br />
+arched<br />
+end<br />
+nose<br />
+boo-hoo<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 172-175</i><br />
+otter<br />
+badger<br />
+summit<br />
+climb<br />
+reach<br />
+floor<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 175-179</i><br />
+snowdrop<br />
+deeds<br />
+muttered<br />
+counted<br />
+outside<br />
+interrupted<br />
+rumors<br />
+whether<br />
+tales<br />
+gravely<br />
+turn<br />
+shake<br />
+appear<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 179-184</i><br />
+tiny<br />
+neither<br />
+grove<br />
+invisible<br />
+discovered<br />
+became<br />
+blow<br />
+fell<br />
+deep<br />
+try<br />
+fallen<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 184-188</i><br />
+delightful<br />
+imagined<br />
+corner<br />
+luxuries<br />
+arrange<br />
+promised<br />
+agreed<br />
+charming<br />
+suppose<br />
+stay<br />
+invite<br />
+invitation<br />
+bring<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 188-193</i><br />
+monkey<br />
+plan<br />
+shook<br />
+rather<br />
+paws<br />
+something<br />
+part<br />
+behave<br />
+toward<br />
+fruit<br />
+welcome<br />
+hungry<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 193-197</i><br />
+hill<br />
+Jack<br />
+Jill<br />
+plenty<br />
+pail<br />
+especially<br />
+game<br />
+spilled<br />
+tumbling<br />
+crown<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 197-200</i><br />
+gather<br />
+sticks<br />
+to-morrow<br />
+Sunday<br />
+dinner<br />
+burn<br />
+sternly<br />
+cook<br />
+to-day<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span>Monday<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 200-204</i><br />
+front<br />
+window<br />
+twins<br />
+kissed<br />
+tired<br />
+way<br />
+hour<br />
+frightened<br />
+grown<br />
+ourselves<br />
+<br />
+<i>Pages 204-209</i><br />
+fan<br />
+lantern<br />
+distance<br />
+law<br />
+months<br />
+wives<br />
+since<br />
+visit<br />
+unless<br />
+wrapped<br />
+paper<br />
+folded<br />
+under<br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Book of Nature Myths, by Florence Holbrook
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: The Book of Nature Myths
+
+Author: Florence Holbrook
+
+Release Date: August 27, 2007 [EBook #22420]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE BOOK OF NATURE MYTHS ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Jason Isbell, Josephine Paolucci and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: FROM THE WIGWAM OF THE GREAT SPIRIT (page 2)]
+
+
+
+
+THE BOOK OF NATURE MYTHS
+
+BY FLORENCE HOLBROOK
+
+PRINCIPAL OF FORESTVILLE SCHOOL, CHICAGO
+
+[Illustration: Publishers Stamp]
+
+HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
+
+BOSTON . NEW YORK . CHICAGO . DALLAS SAN FRANCISCO
+
+The Riverside Press Cambridge
+
+Children's Room
+
+
+     COPYRIGHT 1902 BY HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO.
+     ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
+
+
+     The Riverside Press
+     CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS
+     PRINTED IN THE U.S.A
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+In preparing the Book of Nature Myths the desire has been to make a
+second reader which would be adapted to the child's interest, ability,
+and progress.
+
+The subject-matter is of permanent value, culled from the folk-lore of
+the primitive races; the vocabulary, based upon that of the Hiawatha
+Primer, is increased gradually, and the new words and phrases will add
+to the child's power of expression. The naive explanations of the
+phenomena of nature given by the primitive races appeal to the child's
+wonder about the same phenomena, and he is pleased and interested. These
+myths will gratify the child's desire for complete stories, and their
+intrinsic merit makes them valuable for oral reproduction.
+
+The stories have been adapted to youthful minds from myths contained in
+the works of many students of folk-lore whose scholarship is undisputed.
+Special acknowledgment is due Miss Eva March Tappan for her valuable
+assistance in the final revision of the text.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                           PAGE
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST HUMMING-BIRD.
+
+  Part I. The Great Fire-mountain                             1
+
+  Part II. The Frolic of the Flames                           4
+
+  Part III. The Bird of Flame                                 7
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST BUTTERFLIES                           10
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST WOODPECKER                            13
+
+WHY THE WOODPECKER'S HEAD IS RED                             15
+
+WHY THE CAT ALWAYS FALLS UPON HER FEET                       19
+
+WHY THE SWALLOW'S TAIL IS FORKED                             23
+
+WHY THE WHITE HARES HAVE BLACK EARS                          28
+
+WHY THE MAGPIE'S NEST IS NOT WELL BUILT                      31
+
+WHY THE RAVEN'S FEATHERS ARE BLACK                           34
+
+HOW FIRE WAS BROUGHT TO THE INDIANS.
+
+  Part I. Seizing the Firebrand                              36
+
+  Part II. The Firebrand in the Forest                       40
+
+  Part III. The Firebrand in the Pond                        41
+
+HOW THE QUAIL BECAME A SNIPE                                 43
+
+WHY THE SERPENT SHEDS HIS SKIN                               47
+
+WHY THE DOVE IS TIMID                                        50
+
+WHY THE PARROT REPEATS THE WORDS OF MEN                      52
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST MOCKING-BIRD                          56
+
+WHY THE TAIL OF THE FOX HAS A WHITE TIP                      60
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST FROGS                                 64
+
+WHY THE RABBIT IS TIMID                                      68
+
+WHY THE PEETWEET CRIES FOR RAIN                              70
+
+WHY THE BEAR HAS A SHORT TAIL                                72
+
+WHY THE WREN FLIES CLOSE TO THE EARTH                        76
+
+WHY THE HOOFS OF THE DEER ARE SPLIT                          79
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST GRASSHOPPER                           83
+
+THE STORY OF THE ORIOLE                                      86
+
+WHY THE PEACOCK'S TAIL HAS A HUNDRED EYES                    89
+
+THE STORY OF THE BEES AND THE FLIES                          93
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST MOLES                                 96
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST ANTS                                  98
+
+THE FACE OF THE MANITO                                      103
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST DIAMONDS                             107
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST PEARLS                               111
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST EMERALDS                             114
+
+WHY THE EVERGREEN TREES NEVER LOSE THEIR LEAVES             118
+
+WHY THE ASPEN LEAVES TREMBLE                                122
+
+HOW THE BLOSSOMS CAME TO THE HEATHER                        125
+
+HOW FLAX WAS GIVEN TO MEN                                   128
+
+WHY THE JUNIPER HAS BERRIES                                 133
+
+WHY THE SEA IS SALT                                         135
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST WHITEFISH                            138
+
+WAS IT THE FIRST TURTLE?                                    142
+
+WHY THE CROCODILE HAS A WIDE MOUTH                          145
+
+THE STORY OF THE PICTURE ON THE VASE                        150
+
+WHY THE WATER IN RIVERS IS NEVER STILL                      155
+
+HOW THE RAVEN HELPED MEN                                    160
+
+THE STORY OF THE EARTH AND SKY                              165
+
+HOW SUMMER CAME TO THE EARTH.
+
+  Part I.                                                   169
+
+  Part II.                                                  172
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST SNOWDROPS                            175
+
+WHY THE FACE OF THE MOON IS WHITE                           179
+
+WHY ALL MEN LOVE THE MOON                                   184
+
+WHY THERE IS A HARE IN THE MOON                             188
+
+THE CHILDREN IN THE MOON                                    193
+
+WHY THERE IS A MAN IN THE MOON                              197
+
+THE TWIN STARS                                              200
+
+THE LANTERN AND THE FAN                                     204
+
+VOCABULARY                                                  211
+
+
+
+
+THE BOOK OF NATURE MYTHS.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST HUMMING-BIRD.
+
+
+PART I. THE GREAT FIRE-MOUNTAIN.
+
+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 lights?"
+
+"No, the northern lights are not like this, and it is not a comet. What
+can it be?"
+
+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 children, and that the flames are his
+fiery war-clubs," 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. "It is a mountain
+of fire," one whispered. "Shall we go on?" "We will," said the other,
+and they went higher and higher up the mountain. At last they stood upon
+its highest point. "Now we know the secret," they cried. "Our people
+will be glad when they hear this."
+
+Swiftly they went home through the forest to their own village. "We have
+found a wonder," they cried. "We have found the home of the Fire Spirit.
+We know where she keeps her flames to help the Great Spirit and his
+children. It is a mountain of fire. Blue smoke rises above it night and
+day, for its heart is a fiery sea, and on the sea the red flames leap
+and dance. Come with us to the wonderful mountain of fire."
+
+The people of the village had been cold in the winter nights, and they
+cried, "O brothers, your words are good. We will move our lodges to the
+foot of the magic mountain. We can light our wigwam fires from its
+flames, and we shall not fear that we shall perish in the long, cold
+nights of winter."
+
+So the Indians went to live at the foot of the fire-mountain, and when
+the cold nights came, they said, "We are not cold, for the Spirit of
+Fire is our good friend, and she keeps her people from perishing."
+
+
+PART II. THE FROLIC OF THE FLAMES.
+
+For many and many a moon the people of the village lived at the foot of
+the great fire-mountain. On summer evenings, the children watched the
+light, and when a child asked, "Father, what makes it?" the father said,
+"That is the home of the Great Spirit of Fire, who is our good friend."
+Then all in the little village went to sleep and 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 war-dance. They seized great rocks and threw 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,
+"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."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 war-cry 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.
+
+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 bird-song
+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 children from their homes, but for many, many moons they heeded my
+words and were good and gentle. They drove the frost and cold of winter
+from the wigwams of the village. The little children 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 children will fear them now; but because the children
+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 war-club. 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 wings and
+fly far away from the cruel fires, and all my children will love you as
+I do." Swiftly the little thing rose above the mountain and flew away in
+the sunshine. The light of the flames was still on its head; their
+marvelous colors were on its wings.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So from the mountain's heart of fire sprang the first humming-bird. It
+is the bird of flame, for it has all the beauty of the colors of the
+flame, but it is gentle, and every child in all the earth loves it and
+is glad to see it fluttering over the flowers.
+
+
+
+
+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 sea-creatures. "My children will love the prairies, the
+forests, and the seas," he thought, "but the mountains look dark and
+cold. They are very dear to me, but how shall I make my children go to
+them and so learn to love them?"
+
+Long 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 shining with all the lovely colors of the
+beautiful rainbow. "All my children 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 stones were made and the Great Spirit looked upon their beauty,
+he said, "I will not hide you all away in the seams of the rocks. Some
+of you shall be out in the sunshine, so that the little children who
+cannot go to the mountains shall see your colors." Then the southwind
+came by, and as he went, he sang softly of forests flecked with light
+and shadow, of birds and their nests in the leafy trees. He sang of long
+summer days and the music of waters beating upon the shore. He sang of
+the moonlight and the starlight. All the wonders of the night, all the
+beauty of the morning, were in his song.
+
+"Dear southwind," said the Great Spirit "here are some beautiful things
+for you to bear away with, you to your summer home. You will love them,
+and all the little children will love them." At these words of the Great
+Spirit, all the stones before him stirred with life and lifted
+themselves on many-colored wings. They fluttered away in the sunshine,
+and the southwind sang to them as they went.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So it was that the first butterflies came from a beautiful thought of
+the Great Spirit, and in their wings were all the colors of the shining
+stones that he did not wish to hide away.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST WOODPECKER.
+
+
+In the days of long ago the Great Spirit came down from the sky and
+talked with men. Once as he went up and down the earth, he came to the
+wigwam of a woman. He went into the wigwam and sat down by the fire, but
+he looked like an old man, and the woman did not know who he was.
+
+"I have fasted for many days," said the Great Spirit to the woman. "Will
+you give me some food?" The woman made a very little cake and put it on
+the fire. "You can have this cake," she said, "if you will wait for it
+to bake." "I will wait," he said.
+
+When the cake was baked, the woman stood and looked at it. She thought,
+"It is very large. I thought it was small. I will not give him so large
+a cake as that." So she put it away and made a small one. "If you will
+wait, I will give you this when it is baked," she said, and the Great
+Spirit said, "I will wait."
+
+When that cake was baked, it was larger than the first one. "It is so
+large that I will keep it for a feast," she thought. So she said to her
+guest, "I will not give you this cake, but if you will wait, I will make
+you another one." "I will wait," said the Great Spirit again.
+
+Then the woman made another cake. It was still smaller than the others
+had been at first, but when she went to the fire for it, she found it
+the largest of all. She did not know that the Great Spirit's magic had
+made each cake larger, and she thought, "This is a marvel, but I will
+not give away the largest cake of all." So she said to her guest, "I
+have no food for you. Go to the forest and look there for your food. You
+can find it in the bark of the trees, if you will."
+
+The Great Spirit was angry when he heard the words of the woman. He rose
+up from where he sat and threw back his cloak. "A woman must be good and
+gentle," he said, "and you are cruel. You shall no longer be a woman and
+live in a wigwam. You shall go out into the forest and hunt for your
+food in the bark of trees."
+
+The Great Spirit stamped his foot on the earth, and the woman grew
+smaller and smaller. Wings started from her body and feathers grew upon
+her. With a loud cry she rose from the earth and flew away to the
+forest.
+
+And to this day all woodpeckers live in the forest and hunt for their
+food in the bark of trees.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE WOODPECKER'S HEAD IS RED.
+
+
+One day the woodpecker said to the Great Spirit, "Men do not like me. I
+wish they did."
+
+The Great Spirit said, "If you wish men to love you, you must be good to
+them and help them. Then they will call you their friend."
+
+"How can a little bird help a man?" asked the woodpecker.
+
+"If one wishes to help, the day will come when he can help," said the
+Great Spirit. The day did come, and this story shows how a little bird
+helped a strong warrior.
+
+There was once a cruel magician who lived in a gloomy wigwam beside the
+Black-Sea-Water. He did not like flowers, and they did not blossom in
+his pathway. He did not like birds, and they did not sing in the trees
+above him. The breath of his nostrils was fatal to all life. North,
+south, east, and west he blew the deadly fever that killed the women and
+the little children.
+
+"Can I help them?" thought a brave warrior, and he said, "I will find
+the magician, and see if death will not come to him as he has made it
+come to others. I will go straightway to his home."
+
+For many days the brave warrior was in his canoe traveling across the
+Black-Sea-Water. At last he saw the gloomy wigwam of the cruel magician.
+He shot an arrow at the door and called, "Come out, O coward! You have
+killed women and children with your fatal breath, but you cannot kill a
+warrior. Come out and fight, if you are not afraid."
+
+The cruel magician laughed loud and long. "One breath of fever," he
+said, "and you will fall to the earth." The warrior shot again, and then
+the magician was angry. He did not laugh, but he came straight out of
+his gloomy lodge, and as he came, he blew the fever all about him.
+
+Then was seen the greatest fight that the sun had ever looked upon. The
+brave warrior shot his flint-tipped arrows, but the magician had on his
+magic cloak, and the arrows could not wound him. He blew from his
+nostrils the deadly breath of fever, but the heart of the warrior was so
+strong that the fever could not kill him.
+
+At last the brave warrior had but three arrows in his quiver. "What
+shall I do?" he said sadly. "My arrows are good and my aim is good, but
+no arrow can go through the magic cloak."
+
+"Come on, come on," called the magician. "You are the man who wished to
+fight. Come on." Then a woodpecker in a tree above the brave warrior
+said softly, "Aim your arrow at his head, O warrior! Do not shoot at
+his heart, but at the crest of feathers on his head. He can be wounded
+there, but not in his heart."
+
+The warrior was not so proud that he could not listen to a little bird.
+The magician bent to lift a stone, and an arrow flew from the warrior's
+bow. It buzzed and stung like a wasp. It came so close to the crest of
+feathers that the magician trembled with terror. Before he could run,
+another arrow came, and this one struck him right on his crest. His
+heart grew cold with fear. "Death has struck me," he cried.
+
+"Your cruel life is over," said the warrior. "People shall no longer
+fear your fatal breath." Then he said to the woodpecker, "Little bird,
+you have been a good friend to me, and I will do all that I can for
+you." He put some of the red blood of the magician upon the little
+creature's head. It made the crest of feathers there as red as flame.
+"Whenever a man looks upon you," said the warrior, "he will say, 'That
+bird is our friend. He helped to kill the cruel magician.'"
+
+The little woodpecker was very proud of his red crest because it showed
+that he was the friend of man, and all his children to this day are as
+proud as he was.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE CAT ALWAYS FALLS UPON HER FEET.
+
+
+Some magicians are cruel, but others are gentle and good to all the
+creatures of the earth. One of these good magicians was one day
+traveling in a great forest. The sun rose high in the heavens, and he
+lay down at the foot of a tree. Soft, green moss grew all about him. The
+sun shining through the leaves made flecks of light and shadow upon the
+earth. He heard the song of the bird and the lazy buzz of the wasp. The
+wind rustled the leafy boughs above him. All the music of the forest
+lulled him to slumber, and he closed his eyes.
+
+As the magician lay asleep, a great serpent came softly from the
+thicket. It lifted high its shining crest and saw the man at the foot of
+the tree. "I will kill him!" it hissed. "I could have eaten that cat
+last night if he had not called, 'Watch, little cat, watch!' I will kill
+him, I will kill him!"
+
+Closer and closer the deadly serpent moved. The magician stirred in his
+sleep. "Watch, little cat, watch!" he said softly. The serpent drew
+back, but the magician's eyes were shut, and it went closer. It hissed
+its war-cry. The sleeping magician did not move. The serpent was upon
+him--no, far up in the high branches of the tree above his head the
+little cat lay hidden. She had seen the serpent when it came from the
+thicket.
+
+[Illustration: SHE LEAPED DOWN UPON THE SERPENT]
+
+She watched it as it went closer and closer to the sleeping man, and she
+heard it hiss its war-cry. The little cat's body quivered with anger and
+with fear, for she was so little and the serpent was so big. "The
+magician was very good to me," she thought, and she leaped down upon the
+serpent.
+
+Oh, how angry the serpent was! It hissed, and the flames shot from its
+eyes. It struck wildly at the brave little cat, but now the cat had no
+fear. Again and again she leaped upon the serpent's head, and at last
+the creature lay dead beside the sleeping man whom it had wished to
+kill.
+
+When the magician awoke, the little cat lay on the earth, and not far
+away was the dead serpent. He knew at once what the cat had done, and he
+said, "Little cat, what can I do to show you honor for your brave fight?
+Your eyes are quick to see, and your ears are quick to hear. You can run
+very swiftly. I know what I can do for you. You shall be known over the
+earth as the friend of man, and you shall always have a home in the
+home of man. And one thing more, little cat: you leaped from the high
+tree to kill the deadly serpent, and now as long as you live, you shall
+leap where you will, and you shall always fall upon your feet."
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE SWALLOW'S TAIL IS FORKED.
+
+
+This is the story of how the swallow's tail came to be forked.
+
+One day the Great Spirit asked all the animals that he had made to come
+to his lodge. Those that could fly came first: the robin, the bluebird,
+the owl, the butterfly, the wasp, and the firefly. Behind them came the
+chicken, fluttering its wings and trying hard to keep up. Then came the
+deer, the squirrel, the serpent, the cat, and the rabbit. Last of all
+came the bear, the beaver, and the hedgehog. Every one traveled as
+swiftly as he could, for each wished to hear the words of the Great
+Spirit.
+
+"I have called you together," said the Great Spirit, "because I often
+hear you scold and fret. What do you wish me to do for you? How can I
+help you?"
+
+"I do not like to hunt so long for my food," said the bear.
+
+"I do not like to build nests," said the bluebird.
+
+"I do not like to live in the water," said the beaver.
+
+"And I do not like to live in a tree," said the squirrel.
+
+At last man stood erect before the Great Spirit and said, "O Great
+Father, the serpent feasts upon my blood. Will you not give him some
+other food?"
+
+"And why?" asked the Great Spirit.
+
+"Because I am the first of all the creatures you have made," answered
+man proudly.
+
+Then every animal in the lodge was angry to hear the words of man. The
+squirrel chattered, the wasp buzzed, the owl hooted, and the serpent
+hissed.
+
+"Hush, be still," said the Great Spirit. "You are, O man, the first of
+my creatures, but I am the father of all. Each one has his rights, and
+the serpent must have his food. Mosquito, you are a great traveler. Now
+fly away and find what creature's blood is best for the serpent. Do you
+all come back in a year and a day."
+
+The animals straightway went to their homes. Some went to the river,
+some to the forest, and some to the prairie, to wait for the day when
+they must meet at the lodge of the Great Spirit.
+
+The mosquito traveled over the earth and stung every creature that he
+met to find whose blood was the best for the serpent. On his way back to
+the lodge of the Great Spirit he looked up into the sky, and there was
+the swallow.
+
+"Good-day, swallow," called the mosquito.
+
+"I am glad to see you, my friend," sang the swallow. "Are you going to
+the lodge of the Great Spirit? And have you found out whose blood is
+best for the serpent?"
+
+"The blood of man," answered the mosquito.
+
+The mosquito did not like man, but the swallow had always been his
+friend. "What can I do to help man?" he thought. "Oh, I know what I can
+do." Then he asked the mosquito, "Whose blood did you say?"
+
+"Man's blood," said the mosquito; "that is best."
+
+"_This_ is best," said the swallow, and he tore out the mosquito's
+tongue.
+
+The mosquito buzzed angrily and went quickly to the Great Spirit.
+
+"All the animals are here," said the Great Spirit. "They are waiting to
+hear whose blood is best for the serpent."
+
+The mosquito tried to answer, "The blood of man," but he could not say a
+word. He could make no sound but "Kss-ksss-ksssss!"
+
+"What do you say?"
+
+"Kss-ksss-ksssss!" buzzed the mosquito angrily.
+
+All the creatures wondered. Then said the swallow:--
+
+"Great Father, the mosquito is timid and cannot answer you. I met him
+before we came, and he told me whose blood it was."
+
+"Then let us know at once," said the Great Spirit.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"It is the blood of the frog," answered the swallow quickly. "Is it not
+so, friend mosquito?"
+
+"Kss-ksss-ksssss!" hissed the angry mosquito.
+
+"The serpent shall have the frog's blood," said the Great Spirit. "Man
+shall be his food no longer."
+
+Now the serpent was angry with the swallow, for he did not like frog's
+blood. As the swallow flew near him, he seized him by the tail and tore
+away a little of it. This is why the swallow's tail is forked, and it is
+why man always looks upon the swallow as his friend.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE WHITE HARES HAVE BLACK EARS.
+
+
+In the forest there is a beautiful spirit. All the beasts and all the
+birds are dear to him, and he likes to have them gentle and good. One
+morning he saw some of his little white hares fighting one another, and
+each trying to seize the best of the food.
+
+"Oh, my selfish little hares," he said sadly, "why do you fight and try
+to seize the best of everything for yourselves? Why do you not live in
+love together?"
+
+"Tell us a story and we will be good," cried the hares.
+
+Then the spirit of the forest was glad. "I will tell you a story of how
+you first came to live on the green earth with the other animals," he
+said, "and why it is that you are white, and the other hares are not."
+
+Then the little hares came close about the spirit of the forest, and sat
+very still to hear the story.
+
+"Away up above the stars," the gentle spirit began, "the sky children
+were all together one snowy day. They threw snowflakes at one another,
+and some of the snowflakes fell from the sky. They came down swiftly
+between the stars and among the branches of the trees. At last they lay
+on the green earth. They were the first that had ever come to the earth,
+and no one knew what they were. The swallow asked, 'What are they?' and
+the butterfly answered, 'I do not know.' The spirit of the sky was
+listening, and he said, 'We call them snowflakes.'
+
+"'I never heard of snowflakes. Are they birds or beasts?' asked the
+butterfly.
+
+"'They are snowflakes,' answered the spirit of the sky, 'but they are
+magic snowflakes. Watch them closely.'
+
+"The swallow and the butterfly watched. Every snowflake showed two
+bright eyes, then two long ears, then some soft feet, and there were the
+whitest, softest little hares that were ever seen."
+
+"Were we the little white hares?" asked the listeners.
+
+"You were the little white hares," answered the spirit, "and if you are
+gentle and good, you will always be white."
+
+The hares were not gentle and good; they were fretful, and before long
+they were scolding and fighting again. The gentle spirit was angry. "I
+must get a firebrand and beat them with it," he said, "for they must
+learn to be good."
+
+So the hares were beaten with the firebrand till their ears were black
+as night. Their bodies were still white, but if the spirit hears them
+scolding and fighting again, it may be that we shall see their bodies as
+black as their ears.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE MAGPIE'S NEST IS NOT WELL BUILT.
+
+
+A long time ago all the birds met together to talk about building nests.
+
+"Every Indian has a wigwam," said the robin, "and every bird needs a
+home."
+
+"Indians have no feathers," said the owl, "and so they are cold without
+wigwams. We have feathers."
+
+"I keep warm by flying swiftly," said the swallow.
+
+"And I keep warm by fluttering my wings," said the humming-bird.
+
+"By and by we shall have our little ones," said the robin. "They will
+have no feathers on their wings, so they cannot fly or flutter; and they
+will be cold. How shall we keep them warm if we have no nests?"
+
+Then all the birds said, "We will build nests so that our little ones
+will be warm."
+
+The birds went to work. One brought twigs, one brought moss, and one
+brought leaves. They sang together merrily, for they thought of the
+little ones that would some time come to live in the warm nests.
+
+Now the magpie was lazy, and she sat still and watched the others at
+their work.
+
+"Come and build your nest in the reeds and rushes," cried one bird, but
+the magpie said "No."
+
+"My nest is on the branch of a tree," called another, "and it rocks like
+a child's cradle. Come and build beside it," but the magpie said "No."
+
+Before long all the birds but the magpie had their nests built. The
+magpie cried, "I do not know how to build a nest. Will you not help me?"
+
+The other birds were sorry for her and answered, "We will teach you."
+The black-bird said, "Put the twigs on this bough;" the robin said, "Put
+the leaves between the twigs;" and the humming-bird said, "Put this soft
+green moss over it all."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"I do not know how," cried the magpie.
+
+"We are teaching you," said the other birds. But the magpie was lazy,
+and she thought, "If I do not learn, they will build a nest for me."
+
+The other birds talked together. "She does not wish to learn," they
+said, "and we will not help her any longer." So they went away from her.
+
+Then the magpie was sorry. "Come back," she called, "and I will learn."
+But by this time the other birds had eggs in their nests, and they were
+busy taking care of them, and had no time to teach the lazy magpie. This
+is why the magpie's nest is not well built.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE RAVEN'S FEATHERS ARE BLACK.
+
+
+Long, long ago the raven's feathers were white as snow. He was a
+beautiful bird, but the other birds did not like him because he was a
+thief. When they saw him coming, they would hide away the things that
+they cared for most, but in some marvelous way he always found them and
+took them to his nest in the pine-tree.
+
+One morning the raven heard a little bird singing merrily in a thicket.
+The leaves of the trees were dark green, and the little bird's yellow
+feathers looked like sunshine among them.
+
+"I will have that bird," said the raven, and he seized the trembling
+little thing.
+
+The yellow bird fluttered and cried, "Help, help! Will no one come and
+help me!"
+
+The other birds happened to be far away, and not one heard her cries.
+"The raven will kill me," she called. "Help, help!"
+
+Now hidden in the bark of a tree was a wood-worm.
+
+"I am only a wood-worm," he said to himself, "and I cannot fly like a
+bird, but the yellow bird has been good to me, and I will do what I can
+to help her."
+
+When the sun set, the raven went to sleep. Then the wood-worm made his
+way softly up the pine-tree to the raven's nest, and bound his feet
+together with grass and pieces of birch-bark.
+
+"Fly away," whispered the wood-worm softly to the little yellow bird,
+"and come to see me by and by. I must teach the raven not to be cruel to
+the other birds."
+
+The little yellow bird flew away, and the wood-worm brought twigs, and
+moss, and birch-bark, and grass, and put them around the tree. Then he
+set them all on fire. Up the great pine-tree went the flames, leaping
+from bough to bough.
+
+"Fire! fire!" cried the raven. "Come and help me! My nest is on fire!"
+
+The other birds were not sorry to see him flutter. "He is a thief," said
+they. "Let him be in the fire."
+
+By and by the fire burned the grass and the pieces of birch-bark that
+fastened his feet together, and the raven flew away. He was not burned,
+but he could no longer be proud of his shining white feathers, for the
+smoke had made every one of them as black as night.
+
+
+
+
+HOW FIRE WAS BROUGHT TO THE INDIANS.
+
+
+PART I. SEIZING THE FIREBRAND.
+
+Oh, it was so cold! The wind blew the leaves about on the ground. The
+frost spirit hid on the north side of every tree, and stung every animal
+of the forest that came near. Then the snow fell till the ground was
+white. Through the snowflakes one could see the sun, but the sun looked
+cold, for it was not a clear, bright yellow. It was almost as white as
+the moon.
+
+The Indians drew their cloaks more and more closely around them, for
+they had no fire.
+
+"How shall we get fire?" they asked, but no one answered.
+
+All the fire on earth was in the wigwam of two old women who did not
+like the Indians.
+
+"They shall not have it," said the old women, and they watched night and
+day so that no one could get a firebrand.
+
+At last a young Indian said to the others, "No man can get fire. Let us
+ask the animals to help us."
+
+"What beast or what bird can get fire when the two old women are
+watching it?" the others cried.
+
+"The bear might get it."
+
+"No, he cannot run swiftly."
+
+"The deer can run."
+
+"His antlers would not go through the door of the wigwam."
+
+"The raven can go through the door."
+
+"It was smoke that made the raven's feathers black, and now he always
+keeps away from the fire."
+
+"The serpent has not been in the smoke."
+
+"No, but he is not our friend, and he will not do anything for us."
+
+"Then I will ask the wolf," said the young man. "He can run, he has no
+antlers, and he has not been in the smoke."
+
+So the young man went to the wolf and called, "Friend wolf, if you will
+get us a firebrand, I will give you some food every day."
+
+"I will get it," said the wolf. "Go to the home of the old women and
+hide behind a tree; and when you hear me cough three times, give a loud
+war-cry."
+
+Close by the village of the Indians was a pond. In the pond was a frog,
+and near the pond lived a squirrel, a bat, a bear, and a deer. The wolf
+cried, "Frog, hide in the rushes across the pond. Squirrel, go to the
+bushes beside the path that runs from the pond to the wigwam of the two
+old women. Bat, go into the shadow and sleep if you like, but do not
+close both eyes. Bear, do not stir from behind this great rock till you
+are told. Deer, keep still as a mountain till something happens."
+
+The wolf then went to the wigwam of the two old women. He coughed at the
+door, and at last they said, "Wolf, you may come in to the fire."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The wolf went into the wigwam. He coughed three times, and the Indian
+gave a war-cry. The two old women ran out quickly into the forest to
+see what had happened, and the wolf ran away with a firebrand from the
+fire.
+
+
+PART II. THE FIREBRAND IN THE FOREST.
+
+When the two women saw that the wolf had the firebrand, they were very
+angry, and straightway they ran after him.
+
+"Catch it and run!" cried the wolf, and he threw it to the deer. The
+deer caught it and ran.
+
+"Catch it and run!" cried the deer, and he threw it to the bear. The
+bear caught it and ran.
+
+"Catch it and fly!" cried the bear, and he threw it to the bat. The bat
+caught it and flew.
+
+"Catch it and run!" cried the bat, and he threw it to the squirrel. The
+squirrel caught it and ran.
+
+"Oh, serpent," called the two old women, "you are no friend to the
+Indians. Help us. Get the firebrand away from the squirrel."
+
+As the squirrel ran swiftly over the ground, the serpent sprang up and
+tried to seize the firebrand. He did not get it, but the smoke went into
+the squirrel's nostrils and made him cough. He would not let go of the
+firebrand, but ran and ran till he could throw it to the frog.
+
+When the frog was running away with it, then the squirrel for the first
+time thought of himself, and he found that his beautiful bushy tail was
+no longer straight, for the fire had curled it up over his back.
+
+"Do not be sorry," called the young Indian across the pond. "Whenever an
+Indian boy sees a squirrel with his tail curled up over his back, he
+will throw him a nut."
+
+
+PART III. THE FIREBRAND IN THE POND.
+
+All this time the firebrand was burning, and the frog was going to the
+pond as fast as he could. The old women were running after him, and when
+he came to the water, one of them caught him by the tail.
+
+"I have caught him!" she called.
+
+"Do not let him go!" cried the other.
+
+"No, I will not," said the first; but she did let him go, for the little
+frog tore himself away and dived into the water. His tail was still in
+the woman's hand, but the firebrand was safe, and he made his way
+swiftly across the pond.
+
+"Here it is," said the frog.
+
+"Where?" asked the young Indian. Then the frog coughed, and out of his
+mouth came the firebrand. It was small, for it had been burning all this
+time, but it set fire to the leaves and twigs, and soon the Indians were
+warm again. They sang and they danced about the flames.
+
+At first the frog was sad, because he was sorry to lose his tail; but
+before long he was as merry as the people who were dancing, for the
+young Indian said, "Little frog, you have been a good friend to us, and
+as long as we live on the earth, we will never throw a stone at a frog
+that has no tail."
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE QUAIL BECAME A SNIPE.
+
+
+"It is lonely living in this great tree far away from the other birds,"
+said the owl to herself. "I will get some one to come and live with me.
+The quail has many children, and I will ask her for one of them."
+
+The owl went to the quail and said, "Will you let me have one of your
+children to come and live with me?"
+
+"Live with you? No," answered the quail. "I would as soon let my child
+live with the serpent. You are hidden in the tree all day long, and when
+it is dark, you come down like a thief and catch little animals that are
+fast asleep in their nests. You shall never have one of my children."
+
+"I _will_ have one," thought the owl.
+
+She waited till the night had come. It was dark and gloomy, for the moon
+was not to be seen, and not a star twinkled in the sky. Not a leaf
+stirred, and not a ripple was on the pond. The owl crept up to the
+quail's home as softly as she could. The young birds were chattering
+together, and she listened to their talk.
+
+"My mother is gone a long time," said one. "It is lonely, and I am
+afraid."
+
+"What is there to be afraid of?" asked another. "You are a little
+coward. Shut your eyes and go to sleep. See me! I am not afraid, if it
+is dark and gloomy. Oh, oh!" cried the boaster, for the owl had seized
+him and was carrying him away from home and his little brothers.
+
+When the mother quail came home, she asked, "Where is your brother?" The
+little quails did not know. All they could say was that something had
+seized him in the darkness and taken him away.
+
+"It crept up to the nest in the dark," said one.
+
+"And oh, mother, never, never go away from us again!" cried another. "Do
+not leave us at home all alone."
+
+"But, my dear little ones," the mother said, "how could you have any
+food if I never went away from our home?"
+
+The mother quail was very sad, and she would have been still more
+sorrowful if she had known what was happening to her little son far away
+in the owl's nest. The cruel owl had pulled and pulled on the quail's
+bill and legs, till they were so long that his mother would not have
+known him.
+
+One night the mole came to the quail and said, "Your little son is in
+the owl's nest."
+
+"How do you know?" asked the quail.
+
+"I cannot see very well," answered the mole, "but I heard him call, and
+I know that he is there."
+
+"How shall I get him away from the owl?" the quail asked the mole.
+
+"The owl crept up to your home in the dark," said the mole, "but you
+must go to her nest at sunrise when the light shines in her eyes and she
+cannot see you."
+
+At sunrise the quail crept up to the owl's nest and carried away her
+dear little son to his old home. As the light grew brighter, she saw
+what had happened to him. His bill and his legs were so long that he
+did not look like her son.
+
+"He is not like our brother," said the other little quails.
+
+"That is because the cruel owl that carried him away has pulled his bill
+and his legs," answered the mother sorrowfully. "You must be very good
+to him."
+
+But the other little quails were not good to him. They laughed at him,
+and the quail with the long bill and legs was never again merry and glad
+with them. Before long he ran away and hid among the great reeds that
+stand in the water and on the shores of the pond.
+
+"I will not be called quail," he said to himself, "for quails never have
+long bills and legs. I will have a new name, and it shall be snipe. I
+like the sound of that name."
+
+So it was that the bird whose name was once quail came to be called
+snipe. His children live among the reeds of the pond, and they, too, are
+called snipes.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE SERPENT SHEDS HIS SKIN.
+
+
+The serpent is the grandfather of the owl, and once upon a time if the
+owl needed help, she would say, "My grandfather will come and help me,"
+but now he never comes to her. This story tells why.
+
+When the owl carried away the little quail, she went to the serpent and
+said, "Grandfather, you will not tell the quail that I have her son,
+will you?"
+
+"No," answered the serpent, "I will keep your secret. I will not whisper
+it to any one." So when the mother quail asked all the animals, "Can you
+tell me who has carried away my little son?" the serpent answered, "I
+have been sound asleep. How could I know?"
+
+After the quail had become a snipe and had gone to live in the marsh
+among the reeds, the cruel owl looked everywhere for him, and at last
+she saw him standing beside a great stone in the water.
+
+She went to the serpent and said, "Grandfather, will you do something
+for me?"
+
+"I will," hissed the serpent softly, "What is it?"
+
+"Only to take a drink of water," answered the owl. "Come and drink all
+the water in the marsh, and then I can catch the quail that I made into
+a snipe."
+
+The serpent drank and drank, but still there was water in the marsh.
+
+"Why do you not drink faster?" cried the owl. "I shall never get the
+snipe."
+
+The serpent drank till he could drink no more, and still the water stood
+in the marsh. The owl could not see well by day, and the serpent could
+not see above the reeds and rushes, so they did not know that the water
+from the pond was coming into the marsh faster than the serpent could
+drink it.
+
+Still the serpent drank, and at last his skin burst.
+
+"Oh," he cried, "my skin has burst. Help me to fasten it together."
+
+"My skin never bursts," said the owl. "If you will drink the water from
+the marsh, I will help you, but I will not fasten any skin together till
+I get that snipe."
+
+The serpent had done all that he could to help the owl, and now he was
+angry. He was afraid, too, for he did not know what would happen to him,
+and he lay on the ground trembling and quivering. It was not long before
+his old skin fell off, and then he saw that under it was a beautiful new
+one, all bright and shining. He sheds his old skin every year now, but
+never again has he done anything to help the owl.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE DOVE IS TIMID.
+
+
+A spirit called the manito always watches over the Indians. He is glad
+when they are brave, but if they are cowardly, he is angry.
+
+One day when the manito was walking under the pine-trees, he heard a cry
+of terror in the forest.
+
+"What is that?" said he. "Can it be that any of my Indian children are
+afraid?"
+
+As he stood listening, an Indian boy came running from the thicket,
+crying in fear.
+
+"What are you afraid of?" asked the manito.
+
+"My mother told me to go into the forest with my bow and arrows and
+shoot some animal for food," said the boy.
+
+"That is what all Indian boys must do," said the manito. "Why do you not
+do as she said?"
+
+"Oh, the great bear is in the forest, and I am afraid of him!"
+
+"Afraid of Hoots?" asked the manito. "An Indian boy must never be
+afraid."
+
+"But Hoots will eat me, I know he will," cried the boy. "Boo-hoo,
+boo-hoo!"
+
+"A boy must be brave," said the manito, "and I will not have a coward
+among my Indians. You are too timid ever to be a warrior, and so you
+shall be a bird. Whenever Indian boys look at you, they will say, 'There
+is the boy who was afraid of Hoots.'"
+
+The boy's cloak of deerskin fell off, and feathers came out all over his
+body. His feet were no longer like a boy's feet, they were like the feet
+of a bird. His bow and arrows fell upon the grass, for he had no longer
+any hands with which to hold them. He tried to call to his mother, but
+the only sound he could make was "Hoo, hoo!"
+
+"Now you are a dove," said the manito, "and a dove you shall be as long
+as you live. You shall always be known as the most timid of birds."
+
+Again the dove that had once been a boy tried to call, but he only said,
+"Hoo, hoo!"
+
+"That is the only sound you will ever make," said the manito, "and when
+the other boys hear it, they will say, 'Listen! He was afraid of Hoots,
+the bear, and that is why he says Hoo, hoo!'"
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE PARROT REPEATS THE WORDS OF MEN.
+
+
+In the olden times when the earth was young, all the birds knew the
+language of men and could talk with them. Everybody liked the parrot,
+because he always told things as they were, and they called him the bird
+that tells the truth.
+
+This bird that always told the truth lived with a man who was a thief,
+and one night the man killed another man's ox and hid its flesh.
+
+When the other man came to look for it in the morning, he asked the
+thief, "Have you seen my ox?"
+
+"No, I have not seen it," said the man.
+
+"Is that the truth?" the owner asked.
+
+"Yes, it is. I have not seen the ox," repeated the man.
+
+"Ask the parrot," said one of the villagers. "He always tells the
+truth."
+
+"O bird of truth," said they to the parrot, "did this man kill an ox and
+hide its flesh?"
+
+"Yes, he did," answered the parrot.
+
+The thief knew well that the villagers would punish him the next day, if
+he could not make them think that the parrot did not always tell the
+truth.
+
+"I have it," he said to himself at last. "I know what I can do."
+
+When night came he put a great jar over the parrot. Then he poured water
+upon the jar and struck it many times with a tough piece of oak. This he
+did half the night. Then he went to bed and was soon fast asleep.
+
+In the morning the men came to punish him.
+
+"How do you know that I killed the ox?" he asked.
+
+"Because the bird of truth says that you did," they answered.
+
+"The bird of truth!" he cried. "That parrot is no bird of truth. He will
+not tell the truth even about what happened last night. Ask him if the
+moon was shining."
+
+"Did the moon shine last night?" the men asked.
+
+"No," answered the parrot. "There was no moon, for the rain fell, and
+there was a great storm in the heavens. I heard the thunder half the
+night."
+
+"This bird has always told the truth before," said the villagers, "but
+there was no storm last night and the moon was bright. What shall we do
+to punish the parrot?" they asked the thief.
+
+"I think we will no longer let him live in our homes," answered the
+thief.
+
+"Yes," said the others, "he must fly away to the forest, and even when
+there is a storm, he can no longer come to our homes, because we know
+now that he is a bird of a lying tongue."
+
+[Illustration: "THIS BIRD HAS ALWAYS TOLD THE TRUTH"]
+
+So the parrot flew away sorrowfully into the lonely forest. He met a
+mocking-bird and told him what had happened.
+
+"Why did you not repeat men's words as I do?" asked the mocking-bird.
+"Men always think their own words are good."
+
+"But the man's words were not true," said the parrot.
+
+"That is nothing," replied the mocking-bird, laughing. "Say what they
+say, and they will think you are a wonderful bird."
+
+"Yes, I see," said the parrot thoughtfully, "and I will never again be
+punished for telling the truth. I will only repeat the words of others."
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST MOCKING-BIRD.
+
+
+Far away in the forest there once lived the most cruel man on all the
+earth. He did not like the Indians, and he said to himself, "Some day I
+will be ruler of them all." Then he thought, "There are many brave
+warriors among the Indians, and I must first put them to death."
+
+He was cunning as well as cruel, and he soon found a way to kill the
+warriors. He built some wigwams and made fires before them as if people
+lived in each one.
+
+One day a hunter on his way home heard a baby crying in one of the
+wigwams. He went in, but he never came out again. Another day a hunter
+heard a child laughing. He went in, but he never came out again. So it
+was day after day. One hunter heard a woman talking, and went to see who
+it was; another heard a man calling to people in the other wigwams, and
+went to see who they were; and no one who once went into a wigwam ever
+came out.
+
+One young brave had heard the voices, but he feared there was magic
+about them, and so he had never gone into the wigwams; but when he saw
+that his friends did not come back, he went to the wigwams and called,
+"Where are all the people that I have heard talk and laugh?"
+
+"Talk and laugh," said the cunning man mockingly.
+
+"Where are they? Do you know?" cried the brave, and the cunning man
+called, "Do you know?" and laughed.
+
+"Whose voices have I heard?"
+
+"Have I heard?" mocked the cunning man.
+
+"I heard a baby cry."
+
+"Cry," said the cunning man.
+
+"Who is with you?"
+
+"You."
+
+Then the young brave was angry. He ran into the first wigwam, and there
+he found the man who had cried like a baby and talked in a voice like a
+woman's and made all the other sounds. The brave caught him by the leg
+and threw him down upon the earth.
+
+"It was you who cried and talked and laughed," he said. "I heard your
+voice and now you are going to be punished for killing our braves. Where
+is my brother, and where are our friends?"
+
+"How do I know?" cried the man. "Ask the sun or the moon or the fire if
+you will, but do not ask me;" and all the time he was trying to pull the
+young brave into the flames.
+
+"I will ask the fire," said the brave. "Fire, you are a good friend to
+us Indians. What has this cruel man done with our warriors?"
+
+The fire had no voice, so it could not answer, but it sprang as far away
+from the hunter as it could, and there where the flames had been he saw
+two stone arrowheads.
+
+"I know who owned the two arrowheads," said the brave. "You have thrown
+my friends into your fire. Now I will do to you what you have done to
+them."
+
+He threw the cunning man into the fire. His head burst into two pieces,
+and from between them a bird flew forth. Its voice was loud and clear,
+but it had no song of its own. It could only mock the songs of other
+birds, and that is why it is called the mocking-bird.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE TAIL OF THE FOX HAS A WHITE TIP.
+
+
+"I must have a boy to watch my sheep and my cows," thought an old woman,
+and so she went out to look for a boy. She looked first in the fields
+and then in the forest, but nowhere could she find a boy. As she was
+walking down the path to her home, she met a bear.
+
+"Where are you going?" asked the bear.
+
+"I am looking for a boy to watch my cows and my sheep," she answered.
+
+"Will you have me?"
+
+"Yes, if you know how to call my animals gently."
+
+"Ugh, ugh," called the bear. He tried to call softly, but he had always
+growled before, and now he could do nothing but growl.
+
+"No, no," said the old woman, "your voice is too loud. Every cow in the
+field would run, and every sheep would hide, if you should growl like
+that. I will not have you."
+
+Then the old woman went on till she met a wolf.
+
+"Where are you going, grandmother?" he asked.
+
+"I am looking for a boy to watch my cows and my sheep," she answered.
+
+"Will you have me?" asked the wolf.
+
+"Yes," she said, "if you know how to call my animals gently."
+
+"Ho-y, ho-y," called the wolf.
+
+"Your voice is too high," said the old woman. "My cows and my sheep
+would tremble whenever they heard it. I will not have you."
+
+Then the old woman went on till she met a fox.
+
+"I am so glad to meet you," said the fox. "Where are you going this
+bright morning?"
+
+"I am going home now," she said, "for I cannot find a boy to watch my
+cows and my sheep. The bear growls and the wolf calls in too high a
+voice. I do not know what I can do, for I am too old to watch cows and
+sheep."
+
+"Oh, no," said the cunning fox, "you are not old, but any one as
+beautiful as you must not watch sheep in the fields. I shall be very
+glad to do the work for you if you will let me."
+
+"I know that my sheep will like you," said she.
+
+"And I know that I shall like them dearly," said the fox.
+
+"Can you call them gently, Mr. Fox?" she asked.
+
+"Del-dal-halow, del-dal-halow," called the fox, in so gentle a voice
+that it was like a whisper.
+
+"That is good, Mr. Fox," said the old woman. "Come home with me, and I
+will take you to the fields where my animals go."
+
+Each day one of the cows or one of the sheep was gone when the fox came
+home at night. "Mr. Fox, where is my cow?" the old woman would ask, or,
+"Mr. Fox, where is my sheep?" and the fox would answer with a sorrowful
+look, "The bear came out of the woods, and he has eaten it," or, "The
+wolf came running through the fields, and he has eaten it."
+
+The old woman was sorry to lose her sheep and her cows, but she thought,
+"Mr. Fox must be even more sorry than I. I will go out to the field and
+carry him a drink of cream."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+She went to the field, and there stood the fox with the body of a sheep,
+for it was he who had killed and eaten every one that was gone. When he
+saw the old woman coming, he started to run away.
+
+"You cruel, cunning fox!" she cried.
+
+She had nothing to throw at him but the cream, so she threw that. It
+struck the tip of his tail, and from that day to this, the tip of the
+fox's tail has been as white as cream.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST FROG.
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a man who had two children, a boy and a girl,
+whom he treated cruelly. The boy and the girl talked together one day,
+and the boy, Wah-wah-hoo, said to his sister, "Dear little sister, are
+you happy with our father?"
+
+"No," answered the girl, whose name was Hah-hah. "He scolds me and beats
+me, and I can never please him."
+
+"He was angry with me this morning," said the boy, "and he beat me till
+the blood came. See there!"
+
+"Let us run away," said Hah-hah. "The beasts and the birds will be good
+to us. They really love us, and we can be very happy together."
+
+That night the two children ran away from their cruel father. They went
+far into the forest, and at last they found a wigwam in which no one
+lived.
+
+When the father found that Wah-wah-hoo and his sister were gone, he was
+very unhappy. He went out into the forest to see if he could find them.
+"If they would only come again," he said aloud, "I would do everything I
+could to please them."
+
+"Do you think he tells the truth?" asked the wolf.
+
+"I do not know," answered the mosquito. "He never treated them well when
+they were with him."
+
+"Wolf," called the father, "will you tell me where my children are?"
+
+Wah-wah-hoo had once told the wolf when a man was coming to shoot him,
+and so the wolf would not tell where they were.
+
+"Mosquito," said the father, "where are my children?"
+
+Hah-hah had once helped the mosquito to go home when the wind was too
+strong for him, and so the mosquito would not tell.
+
+For a long time Wah-wah-hoo and his sister were really happy in the
+forest, for there was no one to scold them and to beat them, but at last
+there was a cold, cold winter. All the earth was covered with snow. The
+animals had gone, and Wah-wah-hoo could find no food. Death came and
+bore away the gentle Hah-hah. Wah-wah-hoo sat alone in the gloomy wigwam
+wailing for his sister. Then in his sadness he threw himself down from a
+high mountain and was killed.
+
+All this time the father had been looking for his children, and at last
+he saw his son lying at the foot of the mountain. Then he too wailed and
+cried aloud, for he was really sorry that he had treated them so
+cruelly. He was a magician, and he could make his son live, but he could
+not make him a boy again.
+
+"You shall be a frog," said he, "and you shall make your home in the
+marsh with the reeds and the rushes. There you shall wail as loud as you
+will for your sister, and once every moon I will come and wail for her
+with you. I was cruel to you and to her, and so I must live alone in my
+gloomy wigwam."
+
+Every summer night one can hear the frog in the marsh wailing for his
+dear sister Hah-hah. Sometimes a louder voice is heard, and that is the
+voice of the father wailing because he was so cruel.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE RABBIT IS TIMID.
+
+
+One night the moon looked down from the sky upon the people on the earth
+and said to herself, "How sorrowful they look! I wish I knew what
+troubles them. The stars and I are never sad, and I do not see why men
+should be troubled." She listened closely, and she heard the people say,
+"How happy we should be if death never came to us. Death is always
+before us."
+
+The path of the moon lies across the sky, and she could not leave it to
+go to the earth, but she called the white rabbit and said, "Rabbit,
+should you be afraid to go down to the earth?"
+
+"No," answered the rabbit, "I am not afraid."
+
+"The people on the earth are troubled because death is before them. Now
+will you go to them and whisper, 'The moon dies every night. You can see
+it go down into the darkness, but when another night comes, then the
+moon rises again,'--can you remember to tell them that?"
+
+"Yes," said the rabbit, "I will remember."
+
+"Say this," said the moon: "'The moon dies, but the moon rises again,
+and so will you.'"
+
+The rabbit was so glad to go to the earth that he danced and leaped and
+sprang and frolicked, but when he tried to tell the people what the moon
+had said, he could not remember, and he said, "The moon says that she
+dies and will not rise again, and so you will die and will not rise
+again."
+
+The moon saw that the people were still troubled, and she called the
+rabbit and asked what he had said to them.
+
+"I said that as you die and do not rise, so they too will die and not
+rise," said the rabbit.
+
+"You did not try to remember, and you must be punished," said the moon,
+and she fired an arrow tipped with flint at the rabbit.
+
+The arrow struck the rabbit's lip and split it. From that time every
+rabbit has had a split lip. The rabbit was afraid of the moon, and he
+was afraid of the people on the earth. He had been brave before, but now
+he is the most timid of animals, for he is afraid of everything and
+everybody.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE PEETWEET CRIES FOR RAIN.
+
+
+"Come to me, every bird that flies," said the Great Father. "There is
+work to be done that only my birds can do."
+
+The birds were happy that they could do something to please the Great
+Father, for they remembered how good he had always been to them. They
+flew to him eagerly to ask what they should do for him. "O Great
+Father," they sang all together, "tell us what we can do for you."
+
+"The waters that I have made know not where to go," said the Father.
+"Some should go to the seas, some should go to the lakes in the hollows
+among the mountains, and some should make rivers that will dance over
+the rocks and through the fields on their way to the sea."
+
+"And can even as small a bird as I show them where to go?" asked the
+sparrow eagerly.
+
+"Yes," said the Father, "even my little humming-bird can help me."
+
+Every bird that flies had come to the Father, but the peetweet had come
+last because he was lazy.
+
+"I do not really wish to fly all over the earth," said he, "to show the
+waters where to go."
+
+"Oh, I wish I were a bird," said a butterfly. "I should be so glad to do
+something for the Father."
+
+But the peetweet went on, "I should think the lakes could find their way
+into the hollows of the mountains by themselves."
+
+The Father heard the lazy peetweet, and he said, "Do you not wish to
+show the waters where to go?"
+
+"They never showed me where to go," said the lazy bird. "I am not
+thirsty. Let whoever is thirsty and needs the water help the lakes and
+rivers."
+
+The other birds all stood still in wonder. "He will be punished," they
+whispered.
+
+"Yes, he must be punished," said the Father sadly. Then said he to the
+lazy peetweet, "Never again shall you drink of the water that is in
+river or lake. When you are thirsty, you must look for a hollow in the
+rock where the rain has fallen, and there only shall you drink."
+
+That is why the peetweet flies over river and lake, but ever cries
+eagerly, "Peet-weet, peet-weet!" for that is his word for "Rain, rain!"
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE BEAR HAS A SHORT TAIL.
+
+
+One cold morning when the fox was coming up the road with some fish, he
+met the bear.
+
+"Good-morning, Mr. Fox," said the bear.
+
+"Good-morning, Mr. Bear," said the fox. "The morning is brighter because
+I have met you."
+
+"Those are very good fish, Mr. Fox," said the bear. "I have not eaten
+such fish for many a day. Where do you find them?"
+
+"I have been fishing, Mr. Bear," answered the fox.
+
+"If I could catch such fish as those, I should like to go fishing, but I
+do not know how to fish."
+
+"It would be very easy for you to learn, Mr. Bear," said the fox. "You
+are so big and strong that you can do anything."
+
+"Will you teach me, Mr. Fox?" asked the bear.
+
+"I would not tell everybody, but you are such a good friend that I will
+teach you. Come to this pond, and I will show you how to fish through
+the ice."
+
+So the fox and the bear went to the frozen pond, and the fox showed the
+bear how to make a hole in the ice.
+
+"That is easy for you," said the fox, "but many an animal could not have
+made that hole. Now comes the secret. You must put your tail down into
+the water and keep it there. That is not easy, and not every animal
+could do it, for the water is very cold; but you are a learned animal,
+Mr. Bear, and you know that the secret of catching fish is to keep your
+tail in the water a long time. Then when you pull it up, you will pull
+with it as many fish as I have."
+
+The bear put his tail down into the water, and the fox went away. The
+sun rose high in the heavens, and still the bear sat with his tail
+through the hole in the ice. Sunset came, but still the bear sat with
+his tail through the hole in the ice, for he thought, "When an animal is
+really learned, he will not fear a little cold."
+
+It began to be dark, and the bear said, "Now I will pull the fish out of
+the water. How good they will be!" He pulled and pulled, but not a fish
+came out. Worse than that, not all of his tail came out, for the end of
+it was frozen fast to the ice.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He went slowly down the road, growling angrily, "I wish I could find
+that fox;" but the cunning fox was curled up in his warm nest, and
+whenever he thought of the bear he laughed.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE WREN FLIES CLOSE TO THE EARTH.
+
+
+One day when the birds were all together, one of them said, "I have been
+watching men, and I saw that they had a king. Let us too have a king."
+
+"Why?" asked the others.
+
+"Oh, I do not know, but men have one."
+
+"Which bird shall it be? How shall we choose a king?"
+
+"Let us choose the bird that flies farthest," said one.
+
+"No, the bird that flies most swiftly."
+
+"The most beautiful bird."
+
+"The bird that sings best."
+
+"The strongest bird."
+
+The owl sat a little way off on a great oak-tree. He said nothing, but
+he looked so wise that all the birds cried, "Let us ask the owl to
+choose for us."
+
+"The bird that flies highest should be our king," said the owl with a
+wiser look than before, and the others said, "Yes, we will choose the
+bird that flies highest."
+
+The wren is very small, but she cried even more eagerly than the others,
+"Let us choose the bird that flies highest," for she said to herself,
+"They think the owl is wise, but I am wiser than he, and I know which
+bird can fly highest."
+
+Then the birds tried their wings. They flew high, high up above the
+earth, but one by one they had to come back to their homes. It was soon
+seen which could fly highest, for when all the others had come back,
+there was the eagle rising higher and higher.
+
+"The eagle is our king," cried the birds on the earth, and the eagle
+gave a loud cry of happiness. But look! A little bird had been hidden in
+the feathers on the eagle's back, and when the eagle had gone as high as
+he could, the wren flew up from his back still higher.
+
+"Now which bird is king?" cried the wren. "The one that flew highest
+should be king, and I flew highest."
+
+The eagle was angry, but not a word did he say, and the two birds came
+down to the earth together.
+
+"I am the king," said the wren, "for I flew higher than the eagle." The
+other birds did not know which of the two to choose. At last they went
+to the oak-tree and asked the owl. He looked to the east, the west, the
+south, and the north, and then he said, "The wren did not fly at all,
+for she was carried on the eagle's back. The eagle is king, for he not
+only flew highest, but carried the wren on his back."
+
+"Good, good!" cried the other birds. "The owl is the wisest bird that
+flies. We will do as he says, and the eagle shall be our king." The wren
+crept away. She thought she was wise before, but now she is really wise,
+for she always flies close to the earth, and never tries to do what she
+cannot.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE HOOFS OF THE DEER ARE SPLIT.
+
+
+The manito of the Indians taught them how to do many things. He told
+them how to build wigwams, and how to hunt and to fish. He showed them
+how to make jars in which to keep food and water. When little children
+came to be with them, it was the manito who said, "See, this is the way
+to make soft, warm cradles for the babies."
+
+The good spirit often comes down from his happy home in the sky to watch
+the Indians at their work. When each man does as well as he can, the
+manito is pleased, but if an Indian is lazy or wicked, the spirit is
+angry, and the Indian is always punished in one way or another.
+
+One day when the manito was walking in the forest, he said to himself,
+"Everything is good and happy. The green leaves are whispering merrily
+together, the waves are lapping on the shore and laughing, the squirrels
+are chattering and laying up their food for winter. Everything loves
+me, and the colors of the flowers are brighter when I lay my hand upon
+them."
+
+Then the manito heard a strange sound. "I have not often heard that,"
+said he. "I do not like it. Some one in the forest has wicked thoughts
+in his heart."
+
+Beside a great rock he saw a man with a knife.
+
+"What are you doing with the knife?" asked the manito.
+
+"I am throwing it away," answered the man.
+
+"Tell me the truth," said the manito.
+
+"I am sharpening it," replied the man.
+
+"That is strange," said the manito, "You have food in your wigwam. Why
+should you sharpen a knife?"
+
+The man could not help telling the truth to the manito, and so he
+answered, but greatly against his will, "I am sharpening the knife to
+kill the wicked animals."
+
+"Which animal is wicked?" asked the manito. "Which one does you harm?"
+
+[Illustration: THE KNIFE ONLY WENT IN DEEPER]
+
+"Not one does me harm," said the man, "but I do not like them. I will
+make them afraid of me, and I will kill them."
+
+"You are a cruel, wicked man," said the manito. "The animals have done
+you no harm, and you do not need them for food. You shall no longer be a
+man. You shall be a deer, and be afraid of every man in the forest."
+
+The knife fell from the man's hand and struck his foot. He leaped and
+stamped, but the knife only went in deeper. He cried aloud, but his
+voice sounded strange. His hands were no longer hands, but feet. Antlers
+grew from his head, and his whole body was not that of a man, but that
+of a deer. He runs in the forest as he will, but whenever he sees a man,
+he is afraid. His hoofs are split because the knife that he had made so
+sharp fell upon his foot when he was a man; and whenever he looks at
+them, he has to remember that it was his own wickedness which made him a
+deer.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST GRASSHOPPER.
+
+
+In a country that is far away there once lived a young man called
+Tithonus. He was strong and beautiful. Light of heart and light of foot,
+he hunted the deer or danced and sang the livelong day. Every one who
+saw him loved him, but the one that loved him most was a goddess named
+Aurora.
+
+Every goddess had her own work, but the work of Aurora was most
+beautiful of all, for she was the goddess of the morning. It was she who
+went out to meet the sun and to light up his pathway. She watched over
+the flowers, and whenever they saw her coming, their colors grew
+brighter. She loved everything beautiful, and that is why she loved
+Tithonus.
+
+"Many a year have I roamed through this country," she said to herself,
+"but never have I seen such bright blue eyes as those. O fairest of
+youths," she cried, "who are you? Some name should be yours that sounds
+like the wind in the pine trees, or like the song of a bird among the
+first blossoms."
+
+The young man fell upon his knees before her. "I know well," said he,
+"that you are no maiden of the earth. You are a goddess come down to us
+from the skies. I am but a hunter, and I roam through the forest looking
+for deer."
+
+"Come with me, fairest of hunters," said Aurora. "Come with me to the
+home of my father. You shall live among my brothers and hunt with them,
+or go with me at the first brightness of the morning to carry light and
+gladness to the flowers."
+
+So it was that Tithonus went away from his own country and his own home
+to live in the home of Aurora.
+
+For a long time they were happy together, but one day Aurora said,
+"Tithonus, I am a goddess, and so I am immortal, but some day death will
+bear you away from me. I will ask the father of the gods that you too
+may be immortal."
+
+Then Aurora went to the king of the gods and begged that he would make
+Tithonus immortal.
+
+"Sometimes people are not pleased even when I have given them what they
+ask," replied the king, "so think well before you speak."
+
+"I have only one wish," said Aurora, "and it is that Tithonus, the
+fairest of youths, shall be immortal."
+
+"You have your wish," said the king of the gods, and again Tithonus and
+Aurora roamed happily together through forest and field.
+
+One day Tithonus asked, "My Aurora, why is it that I cannot look
+straight into your eyes as once I did?" Another day he said, "My Aurora,
+why is it that I cannot put my hand in yours as once I did?"
+
+Then the goddess wept sorrowfully. "The king of the gods gave me what I
+asked for," she wailed, "and I begged that you should be immortal. I did
+not remember to ask that you should be always young."
+
+Everyday Tithonus grew older and smaller. "I am no longer happy in your
+father's home," he said, "with your brothers who are as beautiful and as
+strong as I was when I first saw you. Let me go back to my own country.
+Let me be a bird or an insect and live in the fields where we first
+roamed together. Let me go, dearest goddess."
+
+"You shall do as you will," replied Aurora sadly. "You shall be a
+grasshopper, and whenever I hear the grasshopper's clear, merry song, I
+shall remember the happy days when we were together."
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE ORIOLE.
+
+
+The king of the north once said to himself, "I am master of the country
+of ice and snow, but what is that if I cannot be ruler of the land of
+sunshine and flowers? I am no king if I fear the king of the south. The
+northwind shall bear my icy breath. Bird and beast shall quiver and
+tremble with cold. I myself will call in the voice of the thunder, and
+this ruler of the south, his king of summer, shall yield to my power."
+
+The land of the south was ever bright and sunny, but all at once the sky
+grew dark, and the sun hid himself in fear. Black storm-clouds came from
+the north. An icy wind blew over the mountains. It wrestled with the
+trees of the southland, and even the oaks could not stand against its
+power. Their roots were tough and strong, but they had to yield, and the
+fallen trees lay on the earth and wailed in sorrow as the cruel
+storm-wind and rain beat upon them. The thunder growled in the hollows
+of the mountains, and in the fearful gloom came the white fire of the
+forked lightning, flaring through the clouds.
+
+"We shall perish," cried the animals of the sunny south. "The arrows of
+the lightning are aimed at us. O dear ruler of the southland, must we
+yield to the cruel master of the north?"
+
+"My king," said a little buzzing voice, "may I go out and fight the
+wicked master of the storm-wind?"
+
+The thunder was still for a moment, and a mocking laugh was heard from
+among the clouds, for it was a little hornet that had asked to go out
+and meet the power of the ruler of the north.
+
+"Dear king, may I go?" repeated the hornet.
+
+"Yes, you may go," said the king of the south, and the little insect
+went out alone, and bravely stung the master of the storm-wind.
+
+The king of the north struck at him with a war-club, but the hornet only
+flew above his head and stung him again. The hornet was too small to be
+struck by the arrows of the lightning. He stung again and again, and at
+last the king of the north went back to his own country, and drove
+before him the thunder and lightning and rain and the black storm-clouds
+and the icy wind.
+
+"Brave little hornet," said the king of the south, "tell me what I can
+do for you. You shall have whatever you ask."
+
+Then said the little hornet, "My king, on all the earth no one loves me.
+I do not wish to harm people, but they fear my sting, and they will not
+let me live beside their homes. Will you make men love me?"
+
+"Little hornet," said the king gently, "you shall no longer be a
+stinging insect feared by men. You shall be a bright and happy oriole,
+and when men see you, they will say, 'See the beautiful oriole. I shall
+be glad if he will build his nest on our trees.'"
+
+So the hornet is now an oriole, a bird that is loved by every one. His
+nest looks like that of a hornet because he learned how to build his
+home before he became an oriole.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE PEACOCK'S TAIL HAS A HUNDRED EYES.
+
+
+Juno, queen of the gods, had the fairest cow that any one ever saw. She
+was creamy white, and her eyes were of as soft and bright a blue as
+those of any maiden in the world. Juno and the king of the gods often
+played tricks on each other, and Juno knew well that the king would try
+to get her cow. There was a watchman named Argus, and one would think
+that he could see all that was going on in the world, for he had a
+hundred eyes, and no one had ever seen them all asleep at once, so Queen
+Juno gave to Argus the work of watching the white cow.
+
+The king of the gods knew what she had done, and he laughed to himself
+and said, "I will play a trick on Juno, and I will have the white cow."
+He sent for Mercury and whispered in his ear, "Mercury, go to the green
+field where Argus watches the cream-white cow and get her for me."
+
+Mercury was always happy when he could play a trick on any one, and he
+set out gladly for the field where Argus watched the cream-white cow
+with every one of his hundred eyes.
+
+Now Mercury could tell merry stories of all that was done in the world.
+He could sing, too, and the music of his voice had lulled many a god to
+sleep. Argus knew that, but he had been alone a long time, and he
+thought, "What harm is there in listening to his merry chatter? I have a
+hundred eyes, and even if half of them were asleep, the others could
+easily keep watch of one cow." So he gladly hailed Mercury and said, "I
+have been alone in this field a long, long time, but you have roamed
+about as you would. Will you not sing to me, and tell me what has
+happened in the world? You would be glad to hear stories and music if
+you had nothing to do but watch a cow, even if it was the cow of a
+queen."
+
+So Mercury sang and told stories. Some of the songs were merry, and some
+were sad. The watchman closed one eye, then another and another, but
+there were two eyes that would not close for all the sad songs and all
+the merry ones. Then Mercury drew forth a hollow reed that he had
+brought from the river and began to play on it. It was a magic reed, and
+as he played, one could hear the water rippling gently on the shore and
+the breath of the wind in the pine-trees; one could see the lilies
+bending their heads as the dusk came on, and the stars twinkling softly
+in the summer sky.
+
+It is no wonder that Argus closed one eye and then the other. Every one
+of his hundred eyes was fast asleep, and Mercury went away to the king
+of the gods with the cream-white cow.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Juno had so often played tricks on the king that he was happy because he
+had played this one on her, but Juno was angry, and she said to Argus,
+"You are a strange watchman. You have a hundred eyes, and you could not
+keep even one of them from falling asleep. My peacock is wiser than you,
+for he knows when any one is looking at him. I will put every one of
+your eyes in the tail of the peacock." And to-day, whoever looks at the
+peacock can count in his tail the hundred eyes that once belonged to
+Argus.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE BEES AND THE FLIES.
+
+
+There were once two tribes of little people who lived near together.
+They were not at all alike, for one of the tribes looked for food and
+carried it away to put it up safely for winter, while the other played
+and sang and danced all day long.
+
+"Come and play with us," said the lazy people, but the busy workers
+answered, "No, come and work with us. Winter will soon be here. Snow and
+ice will be everywhere, and if we do not put up food now we shall have
+none for the cold, stormy days."
+
+So the busy people brought honey from the flowers, but the lazy people
+kept on playing. They laughed together and whispered to one another,
+"See those busy workers! They will have food for two tribes, and they
+will give us some. Let us go and dance."
+
+While the summer lasted, one tribe worked and the other played. When
+winter came, the busy workers were sorry for their friends and said,
+"Let us give them some of our honey." So the people who played had as
+much food as if they, too, had brought honey from the flowers.
+
+Another summer was coming, and the workers said, "If we should make our
+home near the lilies that give us honey, it would be easier to get our
+food." So the workers flew away, but the lazy people played and danced
+as they had done before while their friends were near, for they thought,
+"Oh, they will come back and bring us some honey."
+
+By and by the cold came, but the lazy people had nothing to eat, and the
+workers did not come with food. The manito had said to them, "Dear
+little workers, you shall no longer walk from flower to flower. I will
+give you wings, and you shall be bees. Whenever men hear a gentle
+humming, they will say, 'Those are the busy bees, and their wings were
+given them because they were wise and good.'"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+To the other tribe the manito said, "You shall be flies, and you, too,
+shall have wings; but while the workers fly from flower to flower and
+eat the yellow honey, you shall have for your food only what has been
+thrown away. When men hear your buzzing, they will say, 'It is good that
+the flies have wings, because we can drive them away from us the more
+quickly.'"
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST MOLES.
+
+
+A rich man and a poor man once owned a field together. The rich man
+owned the northern half, and the poor man owned the southern half. Each
+man sowed his ground with seed. The warm days came, the gentle rain
+fell, and the seed in the poor man's half of the field sprang up and put
+forth leaves. The seed in the rich man's half all died in the ground.
+
+The rich man was selfish and wicked. He said, "The southern half of the
+field is mine," but the poor man replied, "No, the southern half is
+mine, for that is where I sowed my seed."
+
+The rich man had a son who was as wicked as himself. This boy whispered,
+"Father, tell him to come in the morning. I know how we can keep the
+land." So the rich man said, "Come in the morning, and we shall soon see
+whose land this is."
+
+At night the rich man and his son pulled up some bushes that grew beside
+the field, and the son hid in the hole where their roots had been.
+
+Morning came, and many people went to the field with the rich man. The
+poor man was sorrowful, for he feared that he would lose his ground.
+
+"Now we shall see," said the rich man boastfully, and he called aloud,
+"Whose ground is this?"
+
+"This is the ground of the rich man," answered a voice from the hole.
+
+"How shall I ever get food for my children!" cried the poor man.
+
+Then another voice was heard. It was that of the spirit of the fields,
+and it said, "The southern half of the field is the poor man's, and the
+northern half shall be his too."
+
+The rich man would have run away, but the voice called, "Wait. Look
+where the bushes once stood. The boy in the hole and his wicked father
+shall hide in the darkness as long as they live, and never again shall
+they see the light of the sun."
+
+This is the story of the first moles, and this is why the mole never
+comes to the light of day.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST ANTS.
+
+
+"This jar is full of smoked flesh," said one voice.
+
+"This has fish, this is full of honey, and that one is almost running
+over with oil," said another voice. "We shall have all that we need to
+eat for many days to come."
+
+These are the words that a villager coming home from his work heard his
+mother and his sister say.
+
+"They have often played tricks on me," he said to himself, "and now I
+will play one on them." So he went into the house and said, "Mother, I
+have found that I have a wonderful sense of smell, and by its help I can
+find whatever is hidden away."
+
+"That is a marvelous story," cried the sister.
+
+"If you can tell me what is in these jars," said his mother, "I shall
+think you are really a magician. What is it now?"
+
+"This is flesh, this fish, this honey, and this jar is full of oil,"
+said the man.
+
+"I never heard of such a marvel in all my life," cried the mother; and
+in the morning she called her friends and said, "Only think what a
+wonderful sense of smell my son has! He told me what was in these jars
+when they were closed."
+
+It was not long before the people all through the country heard of the
+wonderful man, and one day word came that the king wished to see him at
+once.
+
+The man was afraid, for he did not know what would happen to him, and he
+was still more afraid when the king said, "A pearl is lost that I had in
+my hand last night. They say you can find things that are lost. Find my
+pearl, or your head will he lost."
+
+The poor man went out into the forest. "Oh, how I wish I had not tried
+to play tricks," he wailed. "Then this sharp sorrow, this dire trouble,
+would not have come upon me."
+
+"Please, please do not tell the king," said two voices in the shadow of
+the trees.
+
+"Who are you?" asked the man.
+
+"Oh, you must know us well," said a man coming out into the light. "My
+name is Sharp, and that man behind the tree is named Dire, but please do
+not tell the king. We will give you the pearl; here it is. You called
+our names, and we saw that you knew us. Oh, I wish I had not been a
+thief!"
+
+The man gave the pearl to the king, and went home wishing that no one
+would ever talk to him again of his sense of smell.
+
+In three days word came from the queen that he must come to her at once.
+She thought his power was only a trick, and to catch him she had put a
+cat into a bag and the bag into a box.
+
+When the man came, she asked sharply, "What is in this box? Tell me the
+truth, or off will go your head."
+
+[Illustration: A WONDERFUL SENSE OF SMELL]
+
+"What shall I do?" thought the man, "Dire death is upon me." He did not
+remember that he was before the queen, and he repeated half aloud an old
+saying, "The bagged cat soon dies."
+
+"What is that?" cried the queen.
+
+"The bagged cat soon dies," repeated the man in great terror.
+
+"You are a marvelous man," said the queen. "There is really a bag in the
+box and a cat in the bag, but no one besides myself knew it."
+
+"He is not a man; he is a god," cried the people, "and he must be in the
+sky and live among the gods;" so they threw him up to the sky. His hand
+was full of earth, and when the earth fell back, it was no longer earth,
+but a handful of ants. Ants have a wonderful sense of smell, and it is
+because they fell from the hand of this man who was thrown up into the
+sky to live among the gods.
+
+
+
+
+THE FACE OF THE MANITO.
+
+
+Many years ago the manito of the Indians lived in the sun. Every morning
+the wise men of the tribe went to the top of a mountain, and as the sun
+rose in the east, they sang, "We praise thee, O sun! From thee come fire
+and light. Be good to us, be good to us."
+
+After the warm days of the summer had come, the sun was so bright that
+the Indians said to their wise men, "When you go to the mountain top,
+ask the manito to show us his face in a softer, gentler light."
+
+Then the wise men went to the mountain top, and this is what they said:
+"O great manito, we are but children before you, and we have no power to
+bear the brightness of your face. Look down upon us here on the earth
+with a gentler, softer light, that we may ever gaze upon you and show
+you all love and all honor."
+
+The bright sun moved slowly toward the south. The people were afraid
+that the manito was angry with them, but when the moon rose they were
+no longer sad, for from the moon the loving face of the manito was
+looking down upon them.
+
+Night after night the people gazed at the gentle face, but at last a
+night came when the moon was not seen in the sky. The wise men went
+sorrowfully to the mountain top. "O manito," they said, "we are never
+happy when we cannot gaze into your face. Will you not show it to your
+children?"
+
+The moon did not rise, and the people were sad, but when morning came,
+there was the loving face of the manito showing clearly in the rocks at
+the top of the mountain.
+
+Again they were happy, but when dark clouds hid the gentle face, the
+wise men went to the foot of the mountain and called sadly, "O manito,
+we can no longer see your face."
+
+The clouds grew darker and fell like a cloak over the mountain, the
+trees trembled in the wind, the forked lightning shot across the sky,
+and the thunder called aloud.
+
+"It is the anger of the manito," cried the people. "The heavens are
+falling," they whispered, and they hid their faces in fear.
+
+Morning came, the storm had gone, and the sky was clear. Tremblingly the
+people looked up toward the mountain top for the face of the manito. It
+was not there, but after they had long gazed in sorrow, a wise man
+cried, "There it is, where no cloud will hide it from us." In the storm
+the rocks had fallen from the mountain top. They were halfway down the
+mountain side, and in them could be seen the face of the manito.
+
+Then the people cried, "Praise to the good manito! His loving face will
+look down upon us from the mountain side forever-more."
+
+For a long time all went well, but at last trouble came, for they heard
+that a great tribe were on the war-path coming to kill them. "Help us,
+dear manito," they cried but there was no help. The warriors came nearer
+and nearer. Their war-cry was heard, "O manito," called the people,
+"help us, help us!" A voice from the mountain answered, "My children, be
+not afraid." The war-cry was still, and when the people looked, for the
+warriors, they were nowhere to be seen. The people gazed all around, and
+at last one of the wise men cried, "There they are, there they are!"
+
+They were at the foot of the mountain, but the people no longer feared
+them, for now they were not warriors but rocks. To keep from harm those
+whom he loved, the manito had made the warriors into stone. They stood
+at the foot of the mountain, and to-day, if you should go to that
+far-away country, you could see the rocks that were once warriors, and
+above them, halfway up the mountain side, you could see the face of the
+manito.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST DIAMONDS.
+
+
+The chief of an Indian tribe had two sons whom he loved very dearly.
+This chief was at war with another tribe, and one dark night two of his
+enemies crept softly through the trees till they came to where the two
+boys lay sound asleep. The warriors caught the younger boy up gently,
+and carried him far away from his home and his friends.
+
+When the chief woke, he cried, "Where is my son? My enemies have been
+here and have stolen him."
+
+All the Indians in the tribe started out in search of the boy. They
+roamed the forest through and through, but the stolen child could not be
+found.
+
+The chief mourned for his son, and when the time of his death drew near,
+he said to his wife, "Moneta, my tribe shall have no chief until my boy
+is found and taken from our enemies. Let our oldest son go forth in
+search of his brother, and until he has brought back the little one, do
+you rule my people."
+
+Moneta ruled the people wisely and kindly. When the older son was a man
+she said to him, "My son, go forth and search for your brother, whom I
+have mourned these many years. Every day I shall watch for you, and
+every night I shall build a fire on the mountain top."
+
+"Do not mourn, mother," said the young man. "You will not build the fire
+many nights on the mountain top, for I shall soon find my brother and
+bring him back to you."
+
+He went forth bravely, but he did not come back. His mother went every
+night to the mountain top, and when she was so old that she could no
+longer walk, the young men of the tribe bore her up the mountain side in
+their strong arms, so that with her own trembling hand she could light
+the fire.
+
+One night there was a great storm. Even the brave warriors were afraid,
+but Moneta had no fear, for out of the storm a gentle voice had come to
+her that said, "Moneta, your sons are coming home to you."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Once more I must build the fire on the mountain top," she cried. The
+young men trembled with fear, but they bore her to the top of the
+mountain.
+
+"Leave me here alone," she said. "I hear a voice. It is the voice of my
+son, and he is calling, 'Mother, mother.' Come to me, come, my boys."
+
+Coming slowly up the mountain in the storm was the older son. The
+younger had died on the road home, and he lay dead in the arms of his
+brother.
+
+In the morning the men of the tribe went to the mountain top in search
+of Moneta and her sons. They were nowhere to be seen, but where the
+tears of the lonely mother had fallen, there was a brightness that had
+never been seen before. The tears were shining in the sunlight as if
+each one of them was itself a little sun. Indeed, they were no longer
+tears, but diamonds.
+
+The dearest thing in all the world is the tear of mother-love, and that
+is why the tears were made into diamonds, the stones that are brightest
+and clearest of all the stones on the earth.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST PEARLS.
+
+
+There was once a man named Runoia, and when he walked along the pathways
+of the forest, the children would say shyly to one another, "Look, there
+is the man who always hears music."
+
+It was really true that wherever he went he could hear sweet music.
+There are some kinds of music that every one can hear, but Runoia heard
+sweet sounds where others heard nothing. When the lilies sang their
+evening song to the stars, he could hear it, and when the mother tree
+whispered "Good-night" to the little green leaves, he heard the music of
+her whisper, though other men heard not a sound.
+
+He was sorry for those other men, and he said to himself, "I will make a
+harp, and then even if they cannot hear all the kinds of music, they
+will hear the sweet voice of the harp."
+
+This must have been a magic harp, for if one else touched it, no sound
+was heard, but when Runoia touched the strings, the trees bent down
+their branches to listen, the little blossoms put their heads out shyly,
+and even the wind was hushed. All kinds of beasts and birds came about
+him as he played, and the sun and the moon stood still in the heavens to
+hear the wonderful music. All these beautiful things happened whenever
+Runoia touched the strings.
+
+Sometimes Runoia's music was sad. Then the sun and the moon hid their
+faces behind the clouds, the wind sang mournfully, and the lilies bent
+low their snow-white blossoms.
+
+One day Runoia roamed far away till he came to the shores of the great
+sea. The sun had set, darkness hid the sky and the water, not a star was
+to be seen. Not a sound was heard but the wailing of the sea. No friend
+was near. "I have no friends," he said. He laid his hand upon his harp,
+and of themselves the strings gave forth sweet sounds, at first softly
+and shyly. Then the sounds grew louder, and soon the world was full of
+music, such as even Runoia had never heard before, for it was the music
+of the gods. "It is really true," he said to himself softly. "My harp is
+giving me music to drive away my sadness."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He listened, and the harp played more and more sweetly. "He who has a
+harp has one true friend. He who loves music is loved by the gods," so
+the harp sang to him.
+
+Tears came into Runoia's eyes, but they were tears of happiness, not of
+sadness, for he was no longer lonely. A gentle voice called, "Runoia,
+come to the home of the gods."
+
+As darkness fell over the sea, Runoia's friends went to look for him. He
+was gone, but where he had stood listening happily to the music of the
+gods, there on the fair white sand was the harp, and all around it lay
+beautiful pearls, shining softly in the moonlight, for every tear of
+happiness was now a pearl.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST EMERALDS.
+
+
+In the days of long ago there was a time when there were no emeralds on
+the earth. Men knew where to find other precious stones. They could get
+pearls and diamonds, but no one had ever seen an emerald, because the
+emeralds were hidden away in the bed of the sea, far down below the
+waves.
+
+The king of India had many precious things, and he was always eager to
+get others. One day a stranger stood before his door, and when the king
+came out he cried, "O king, you have much that is precious. Do you wish
+to have the most beautiful thing in earth, air, or water?"
+
+"Yes, in truth," said the king. "What is it?"
+
+"It is a vase made of an emerald stone," answered the stranger.
+
+"And what is an emerald stone?" asked the king.
+
+"It is a stone that no one on earth has ever seen," said the stranger.
+"It is greener than the waves of the sea or the leaves of the forest."
+
+"Where is the wonderful vase?" cried the king eagerly.
+
+"Where the waves of the sea never roll," was the answer, but when the
+king was about to ask where that was, the stranger had gone.
+
+The king asked his three wise men where it was that the waves of the sea
+never rolled. One said, "In the forest;" another said, "On the
+mountain;" and the last said, "In the sea where the water is deepest."
+
+The king thought a long time about these answers of the wise men. At
+last he said: "If the emerald vase had been in the forest or on the
+mountain, it would have been found long before now. I think it is in the
+deepest water of the sea."
+
+This king of India was a great magician. He went to the sea, and there
+he sang many a magical song, for he said to himself, "I have no diver
+who can go to the bed of the sea, but often magic will do what a diver
+cannot."
+
+The king of the world under the water owned the beautiful vase, but when
+he heard the songs, he knew that he must give it up. "Take it," he said
+to the spirits that live in the deepest water. "Bear it to the king of
+India. The spirits of the air will try to take it from you, but see that
+it goes safely to the king whose magic has called it from the sea."
+
+The spirits of the sea rose from the waves bearing the precious vase.
+
+"It is ours, it is ours," cried the spirits of the air. "The king of
+India shall never have it." The spirits of the air and the spirits of
+the water fought together. "What a fearful storm!" cried the people on
+the earth. "See how the lightning shoots across the sky, and hear the
+thunder roll from mountain to mountain!" They hid themselves in terror,
+but it was no storm, it was only the spirits fighting for the emerald
+vase.
+
+One of the spirits of the air bore it at last far up above the top of
+the highest mountain. "It is mine," he cried. "Never," said a spirit of
+the water, and he caught it and threw it angrily against the rocky top
+of the mountain. It fell in hundreds of pieces.
+
+There was no vase like it in the east or the west, the north or the
+south, and so the king of India never had an emerald vase; but from the
+pieces of the vase that was thrown against the mountain came all the
+emeralds that are now on the earth.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE EVERGREEN TREES NEVER LOSE THEIR LEAVES.
+
+
+Winter was coming, and the birds had flown far to the south, where the
+air was warm and they could find berries to eat. One little bird had
+broken its wing and could not fly with the others. It was alone in the
+cold world of frost and snow. The forest looked warm, and it made its
+way to the trees as well as it could, to ask for help.
+
+First it came to a birch-tree. "Beautiful birch-tree," it said, "my wing
+is broken, and my friends have flown away. May I live among your
+branches till they come back to me?"
+
+"No, indeed," answered the birch-tree, drawing her fair green leaves
+away. "We of the great forest have our own birds to help. I can do
+nothing for you."
+
+"The birch is not very strong," said the little bird to itself, "and it
+might be that she could not hold me easily. I will ask the oak." So the
+bird said, "Great oak-tree, you are so strong, will you not let me live
+on your boughs till my friends come back in the springtime?"
+
+"In the springtime!" cried the oak. "That is a long way off. How do I
+know what you might do in all that time? Birds are always looking for
+something to eat, and you might even eat up some of my acorns."
+
+"It may be that the willow will be kind to me," thought the bird, and it
+said, "Gentle willow, my wing is broken, and I could not fly to the
+south with the other birds. May I live on your branches till the
+springtime?"
+
+The willow did not look gentle then, for she drew herself up proudly and
+said, "Indeed, I do not know you, and we willows never talk to people
+whom we do not know. Very likely there are trees somewhere that will
+take in strange birds. Leave me at once."
+
+The poor little bird did not know what to do. Its wing was not yet
+strong, but it began to fly away as well as it could. Before it had
+gone far, a voice was heard. "Little bird," it said, "where are you
+going?"
+
+"Indeed, I do not know," answered the bird sadly. "I am very cold."
+
+"Come right here, then," said the friendly spruce-tree, for it was her
+voice that had called. "You shall live on my warmest branch all winter
+if you choose."
+
+"Will you really let me?" asked the little bird eagerly.
+
+"Indeed, I will," answered the kind-hearted spruce-tree. "If your
+friends have flown away, it is time for the trees to help you. Here is
+the branch where my leaves are thickest and softest."
+
+"My branches are not very thick," said the friendly pine-tree, "but I am
+big and strong, and I can keep the north wind from you and the spruce."
+
+"I can help too," said a little juniper-tree. "I can give you berries
+all winter long, and every bird knows that juniper berries are good."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So the spruce gave the lonely little bird a home, the pine kept the cold
+north wind away from it, and the juniper gave it berries to eat.
+
+The other trees looked on and talked together wisely.
+
+"I would not have strange birds on my boughs," said the birch.
+
+"I shall not give my acorns away for any one," said the oak.
+
+"I never have anything to do with strangers," said the willow, and the
+three trees drew their leaves closely about them.
+
+In the morning all those shining green leaves lay on the ground, for a
+cold north wind had come in the night, and every leaf that it touched
+fell from the tree.
+
+"May I touch every leaf in the forest?" asked the wind in its frolic.
+
+"No," said the frost king. "The trees that have been kind to the little
+bird with the broken wing may keep their leaves."
+
+This is why the leaves of the spruce, the pine, and the juniper are
+always green.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE ASPEN LEAVES TREMBLE.
+
+
+"It is very strange," whispered one reed to another, "that the queen bee
+never guides her swarm to the aspen-tree."
+
+"Indeed, it _is_ strange," said the other. "The oak and the willow often
+have swarms, but I never saw one on the aspen. What can be the reason?"
+
+"The queen bee cannot bear the aspen," said the first. "Very likely she
+has some good reason for despising it. I do not think that an insect as
+wise as she would despise a tree without any reason. Many wicked things
+happen that no one knows."
+
+The reeds did not think that any one could hear what they said, but both
+the willow and the aspen heard every word. The aspen was so angry that
+it trembled from root to tip. "I'll soon see why that proud queen bee
+despises me," it said. "She shall guide a swarm to my branches or"--
+
+"Oh, I would not care for what those reeds say," the willow-tree broke
+in. "They are the greatest chatterers in the world. They are always
+whispering together, and they always have something unkind to say."
+
+The aspen-tree was too angry to be still, and it called out to the
+reeds, "You are only lazy whisperers. I do not care what you say. I
+despise both you and your queen bee. The honey that those bees make is
+not good to eat. I would not have it a anywhere near me."
+
+"Hush, hush," whispered the willow timidly. "The reeds will repeat every
+word that you say."
+
+"I do not care if they do," said the aspen. "I despise both them and the
+bees."
+
+The reeds did whisper the angry words of the aspen to the queen bee, and
+she said, "I was going to guide my swarm to the aspen, but now I will
+drive the tree out of the forest. Come, my bees, come."
+
+Then the bees flew by hundreds upon the aspen. They stung every leaf and
+every twig through and through. The tree was driven from the forest,
+over the prairie, over the river, over the fields; and still the angry
+bees flew after it and stung it again and again. When they had come to
+the rocky places, they left it and flew back to the land of flowers. The
+aspen never came back. Its bright green leaves had grown white through
+fear, and from that day to this they have trembled as they did when the
+bees were stinging them and driving the tree from the forest.
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE BLOSSOMS CAME TO THE HEATHER.
+
+
+Only a little while after the earth was made, the trees and plants came
+to live on it. They were happy and contented. The lily was glad because
+her flowers were white. The rose was glad because her flowers were red.
+The violet was happy because, however shyly she might hide herself away,
+some one would come to look for her and praise her fragrance. The daisy
+was happiest of all because every child in the world loved her.
+
+The trees and plants chose homes for themselves. The oak said, "I will
+live in the broad fields and by the roads, and travelers may sit in my
+shadow." "I shall be contented on the waters of the pond," said the
+water-lily. "And I am contented in the sunny fields," said the daisy.
+"My fragrance shall rise from beside some mossy stone," said the violet.
+Each plant chose its home where it would be most happy and contented.
+
+There was one little plant, however, that had not said a word and had
+not chosen a home. This plant was the heather. She had not the sweet
+fragrance of the violet, and the children did not love her as they did
+the daisy. The reason was that no blossoms had been given to her, and
+she was too shy to ask for any.
+
+"I wish there was some one who would be glad to see me," she said; but
+she was a brave little plant, and she did her best to be contented and
+to look bright and green.
+
+One day she heard the mountain say, "Dear plants, will you not come to
+my rocks and cover them with your brightness and beauty? In the winter
+they are cold, and in the summer they are stung by the sunshine. Will
+you not come and cover them?"
+
+"I cannot leave the pond," cried the water-lily.
+
+"I cannot leave the moss," said the violet.
+
+"I cannot leave the green fields," said the daisy.
+
+The little heather was really trembling with eagerness. "If the great,
+beautiful mountain would only let me come!" she thought, and at last she
+whispered very softly and shyly, "Please, dear mountain, will you let me
+come? I have not any blossoms like the others, but I will try to keep
+the wind and the sun away from you."
+
+"Let you?" cried the mountain. "I shall be contented and happy if a dear
+little plant like you will only come to me."
+
+The heather soon covered the rocky mountain side with her bright green,
+and the mountain called proudly to the other plants, "See how beautiful
+my little heather is!" The others replied, "Yes, she is bright and
+green, but she has no blossoms."
+
+Then a sweet, gentle voice was heard saying, "Blossoms you shall have,
+little heather. You shall have many and many a flower, because you have
+loved the lonely mountain, and have done all that you could to please
+him and make him happy." Even before the sweet voice was still, the
+little heather was bright with many blossoms, and blossoms she has had
+from that day to this.
+
+
+
+
+HOW FLAX WAS GIVEN TO MEN.
+
+
+"You have been on the mountain a long time," said the wife of the
+hunter.
+
+"Yes, wife, and I have seen the most marvelous sight in all the world,"
+replied the hunter.
+
+"What was that?"
+
+"I came to a place on the mountain where I had been many and many a time
+before, but a great hole had been made in the rock, and through the hole
+I saw--oh, wife, it was indeed a wonderful sight!"
+
+"But what was it, my hunter?"
+
+"There was a great hall, all shining and sparkling with precious
+stones. There were diamonds and pearls and emeralds, more than we could
+put into our little house, and among all the beautiful colors sat a
+woman who was fairer than they. Her maidens were around her, and the
+hall was as bright with their beauty as it was with the stones. One was
+playing on a harp, one was singing, and others were dancing as lightly
+and merrily as a sunbeam on a blossom. The woman was even more beautiful
+than the maidens, and, wife, as soon as I saw her I thought that she was
+no mortal woman."
+
+"Did you not fall on your knees and ask her to be good to us?"
+
+"Yes, wife, and straightway she said: 'Rise, my friend. I have a gift
+for you. Choose what you will to carry to your wife as a gift from
+Holda.'"
+
+"Did you choose pearls or diamonds?"
+
+"I looked about the place, and it was all so sparkling that I closed my
+eyes. 'Choose your gift,' she said. I looked into her face, and then I
+knew that it was indeed the goddess Holda, queen of the sky. When I
+looked at her, I could not think of precious stones, for her eyes were
+more sparkling than diamonds, and I said: 'O goddess Holda, there is no
+gift in all your magic hall that I would so gladly bear away to my home
+as the little blue flower in your lily-white hand.'"
+
+"Well!" cried the wife, "and when you might have had half the pearls and
+emeralds in the place, you chose a little faded blue flower! I did think
+you were a wiser man."
+
+"The goddess said I had chosen well," said the hunter. "She gave me the
+flower and the seed of it, and she said, 'When the springtime comes,
+plant the seed, and in the summer I myself will come and teach you what
+to do with the plant.'"
+
+In the spring the little seeds were put into the ground. Soon the green
+leaves came up; then many little blue flowers, as blue as the sky,
+lifted up their heads in the warm sunshine of summer. No one on the
+earth knew how to spin or to weave, but on the brightest, sunniest day
+of the summer, the goddess Holda came down from the mountain to the
+little house.
+
+[Illustration: "SHE GAVE ME THE FLOWER"]
+
+"Can you spin flax?" she asked of the wife.
+
+"Indeed, no," said the wife.
+
+"Can you weave linen?"
+
+"Indeed, no."
+
+"Then I will teach you how to spin and to weave," said the good goddess.
+"The little blue flower is the flax. It is my own flower, and I love the
+sight of it."
+
+So the goddess sat in the home of the hunter and his wife and taught
+them how to spin flax and weave linen. When the wife saw the piece of
+linen on the grass, growing whiter and whiter the longer the sun shone
+upon it, she said to her husband, "Indeed, my hunter, the linen is
+fairer than the pearls, and I should rather have the beautiful white
+thing that is on the grass in the sunshine than all the diamonds in the
+hall of the goddess."
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE JUNIPER HAS BERRIES.
+
+
+Three cranberries once lived together in a meadow. They were sisters,
+but they did not look alike, for one was white, and one was red, and one
+was green. Winter came, and the wind blew cold. "I wish we lived nearer
+the wigwam," said the white cranberry timidly. "I am afraid that Hoots,
+the bear, will come. What should we do?"
+
+"The women in the wigwam are afraid as well as we," the red cranberry
+said. "I heard them say they wished the men would come back from the
+hunt."
+
+"We might hide in the woods," the green cranberry whispered.
+
+"But the bear will come down the path through the woods," replied the
+white cranberry.
+
+"I think our own meadow is the best place," the red cranberry said. "I
+shall not go away from the meadow. I shall hide here in the moss."
+
+"I am so white," the white cranberry wailed, "that I know Hoots would
+see me. I shall hide in the hominy. That is as white as I."
+
+"I cannot hide in the hominy," said the green cranberry, "but I have a
+good friend in the woods. I am going to ask the juniper-tree to hide me.
+Will you not go with me?" But the red cranberry thought it best to stay
+in the moss, and the white cranberry thought it best to hide in the
+hominy, so the green cranberry had to go alone to the friendly
+juniper-tree.
+
+By and by a growling was heard, and soon Hoots himself came in sight. He
+walked over and over the red cranberry that lay hidden in the moss. Then
+he went to the wigwam. There stood the hominy, and in it was the white
+cranberry, trembling so she could not keep still.
+
+"Ugh, ugh, what good hominy!" said Hoots, and in the twinkling of an eye
+he had eaten it up, white cranberry and all.
+
+Now the red cranberry was dead, and the white cranberry was dead, but
+the little green cranberry that went to the juniper-tree had hidden
+away in the thick branches, and Hoots did not find her. She was so happy
+with the kind-hearted tree that she never left it, and that is the
+reason why the juniper-tree has berries.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE SEA IS SALT.
+
+
+Frothi, king of the Northland, owned some magic millstones. Other
+millstones grind corn, but these would grind out whatever the owner
+wished, if he knew how to move them. Frothi tried and tried, but they
+would not stir.
+
+"Oh, if I could only move the millstones," he cried, "I would grind out
+so many good things for my people. They should all be happy and rich."
+
+One day King Frothi was told that two strange women were begging at the
+gate to see him.
+
+"Let them come in," he said, and the were brought before him.
+
+"We have come from a land that is far away," they said.
+
+"What can I do for you?" asked the king.
+
+"We have come to do something for you," answered the women.
+
+"There is only one thing that I wish for," said the king, "and that is
+to make the magic millstones grind, but you cannot do that."
+
+"Why not?" asked the women. "That is just what we have come to do. That
+is why we stood at your gate and begged to speak to you."
+
+Then the king was a happy man indeed. "Bring in the millstones," he
+called. "Quick, quick! Do not wait." The millstones were brought in, and
+the women asked, "What shall we grind for you?"
+
+"Grind gold and happiness and rest for my people," cried the king
+gladly.
+
+The women touched the magic millstones, and how they did grind! "Gold
+and happiness and rest for the people," said the women to one another.
+"Those are good wishes."
+
+The gold was so bright and yellow that King Frothi could not bear to let
+it go out of his sight. "Grind more," he said to the women. "Grind
+faster. Why did you come to my gate if you did not wish to grind?"
+
+"We are so weary," said the women. "Will you not let us rest?"
+
+"You may rest for as long a time as it needs to say 'Frothi,'" cried the
+king, "and no longer. Now you have rested. Grind away. No one should be
+weary who is grinding out yellow gold."
+
+"He is a wicked king," said the women. "We will grind for him no more.
+Mill, grind out hundreds and hundreds of strong warriors to fight Frothi
+and punish him for his cruel words."
+
+The millstones ground faster and faster. Hundreds of warriors sprang
+out, and they killed Frothi and all his men.
+
+"Now I shall be king," cried the strongest of the warriors. He put the
+two women and the magic millstones on a ship to go to a far-away land.
+"Grind, grind," he called to the women.
+
+"But we are so weary. Please let us rest," they begged.
+
+"Rest? No. Grind on, grind on. Grind salt, if you can grind nothing
+else."
+
+Night came and the weary women were still grinding. "Will you not let us
+rest?" they asked.
+
+"No," cried the cruel warrior. "Keep grinding, even if the ship goes to
+the bottom of the sea." The women ground, and it was not long before the
+ship really did go to the bottom, and carried the cruel warrior with it.
+There at the bottom of the sea are the two millstones still grinding
+salt, for there is no one to say that they must grind no longer. That is
+why the sea is salt.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST WHITEFISH.
+
+
+One day a crane was sitting on a rock far out in the water, when he
+heard a voice say, "Grandfather Crane, Grandfather Crane, please come
+and carry us across the lake." It was the voice of a child, and when the
+crane had come to the shore, he saw two little boys holding each other's
+hands and crying bitterly.
+
+"Why do you cry?" asked the crane, "and why do you wish to go across the
+lake, away from your home and friends?"
+
+"We have no friends," said the little boys, crying more bitterly than
+ever. "We have no father and no mother, and a cruel witch troubles us.
+She tries all the time to do us harm, and we are going to run away where
+she can never find us."
+
+"I will carry you over the lake," said the crane. "Hold on well, but do
+not touch the back of my head, for if you do, you will fall into the
+water and go to the bottom of the lake. Will you obey me?"
+
+"Yes, indeed, we will obey," they said. "We will not touch your head.
+But please come quickly and go as fast as you can. We surely heard the
+voice of the witch in the woods."
+
+It really was the witch, and she was saying over and over to herself, "I
+will catch them, and I will punish them so that they will never run away
+from me again. They will obey me after I have caught them."
+
+The crane bore the two little boys gently to the other shore, and when
+he came back, there stood the witch.
+
+"Dear, gentle crane," she said, "you are so good to every one. Will you
+carry me over the lake? My two dear children are lost in the woods, and
+I have cried bitterly for them all day long."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The spirit of the lake had told the crane to carry across the lake
+every one that asked to be taken over; so he said, "Yes, I will carry
+you across. Hold on well, but do not touch the back of my head, for if
+you do, you will fall into the water and go to the bottom of the lake.
+Will you obey me?"
+
+"Yes, indeed, I will," said the witch; but she thought, "He would not be
+so timid about letting me touch the back of his head if he were not
+afraid of my magic. I will put my hand on his head, and then he will
+always be in my power." So when they were far out over the lake, she put
+her hand on the crane's head, and before she could say "Oh!" she was at
+the bottom of the lake.
+
+"You shall never live in the light again," said the crane, "for you have
+done no good on earth. You shall be a whitefish, and you shall be food
+for the Indians as long as they eat fish."
+
+
+
+
+WAS IT THE FIRST TURTLE?
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a great fight between two tribes of Indians.
+It was so fierce that the river ran red with blood, and the war-cries
+were so loud and angry that the animals of the forest ran away in
+terror. The warriors fought all day long, and when it began to grow
+dark, all the men on one side had been killed but two warriors, one of
+whom was known as Turtle. In those days there were no such animals as
+turtles in the ponds and rivers, and no one knew why he was called by
+that name. At last Turtle's friend was struck by an arrow and fell to
+the ground.
+
+"Now yield!" cried the enemies.
+
+"Friend," said Turtle, "are you dead?"
+
+"No," said his friend.
+
+"Then I will fight on," said Turtle, and he called out, "Give life again
+to the warriors whom you have killed with your wicked arrows, and then I
+will yield, but never before. Come on, cowards that you are! You are
+afraid of me. You do not dare to come!"
+
+Then his enemies said, "We will all shoot our arrows at once, and some
+one of them will be sure to kill him." They made ready to fire, but
+Turtle, too, made ready. He had two thick shields, and he put one over
+his back and one over his breast. Then he called to his fierce enemies,
+"Are you not ready? Come on, fierce warriors! Shoot your arrows through
+my breast if you can."
+
+The warriors all shot, but not an arrow struck Turtle, for the two
+shields covered his breast and his back, and whenever an arrow buzzed
+through the air, he drew in his head and his arms between the shields,
+and so he was not harmed. "Why do you not aim at me?" he cried. "Are you
+shooting at the mountain, or at the sun and the moon? Good fighters you
+are, indeed! Try again."
+
+His enemies shot once more, and this time an arrow killed the wounded
+friend as he lay on the ground. When Turtle cried, "Friend, are you
+living?" there was no answer.
+
+"My friend is dead," said Turtle. "I will fight no more."
+
+"He has yielded," cried his enemies.
+
+"He has not," said Turtle, and with one great leap he sprang into the
+river. His enemies did not dare to spring after him.
+
+"Those long arms of his would pull us to the bottom," they said; "but we
+will watch till he comes up, and then we shall be sure of him."
+
+They were not so sure as they thought, for he did not come up, and all
+that they could see in the water was a strange creature unlike anything
+that had been there before.
+
+"It has arms and a head," said one.
+
+"And it pulls them out of sight just as Turtle did," said another.
+
+"It has a shield over its back and one over its breast, as Turtle had,"
+said the first. Then all the warriors were so eager to watch the strange
+animal that they no longer remembered the fight. They crowded up to the
+shore of the river.
+
+"It is not Turtle," cried one.
+
+"It _is_ Turtle," declared another.
+
+"It is so like him that I do not care to go into the water as long as it
+is in sight," said still another.
+
+"But if this is not Turtle, where is he?" they all asked, and not one of
+the wise men of their tribe could answer.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE CROCODILE HAS A WIDE MOUTH.
+
+
+"Come to my kingdom whenever you will," said the goddess of the water to
+the king of the land. "My waves will be calm, and my animals will be
+gentle. They will be as good to your children as if they were my own.
+Nothing in all my kingdom will do you harm."
+
+The goddess went back to her home in the sea, and the king walked to the
+shore of the river and stood gazing upon the beautiful water. Beside him
+walked his youngest son.
+
+"Father," asked the boy, "would the goddess be angry if I went into the
+water to swim?"
+
+"No," answered the father. "She says that nothing in all her wide
+kingdom will do us harm. The water-animals will be kind, and the waves
+will be calm."
+
+The boy went into the water. He could swim as easily as a fish, and he
+went from shore to shore, sometimes talking with the fishes, sometimes
+getting a bright piece of stone to carry to his father. Suddenly
+something caught him by the foot and dragged him down, down, through the
+deep, dark water. "Oh, father!" he cried, but his father had gone away
+from the shore, and the strange creature, whatever it was, dragged the
+boy down to the very bottom of the river.
+
+The river was full of sorrow for what the creature had done, and it
+lifted the boy gently and bore him to the feet of the goddess. His eyes
+were closed and his face was white, for he was dead. Great tears came
+from the eyes of the goddess when she looked at him. "I did not think
+any of my animals would do such a cruel thing," she said. "His father
+shall never know it, for the boy shall not remember what has happened."
+
+Then she laid her warm hand upon his head, and whispered some words of
+magic into his ear. "Open your eyes," she called, and soon they were
+wide open. "You went in to swim," said the goddess. "Did the water
+please you?"
+
+"Yes, surely."
+
+"Were the water-animals kind to you?"
+
+"Yes, surely," answered the boy, for the magic words had kept him from
+remembering anything about the strange creature that had dragged him to
+the bottom of the river.
+
+The boy went home to his father, and as soon as he was out of sight, the
+goddess called to the water-animals, "Come one, come all, come little,
+come great."
+
+"It is the voice of the goddess," said the water-animals, and they all
+began to swim toward her as fast as they could.
+
+When they were together before her, she said, "One of you has been cruel
+and wicked. One of you has dragged to the bottom of the river the son of
+my friend, the king of the land, but I have carried him safely to shore,
+and now he is in his home. When he comes again, will you watch over him
+wherever in the wide, wide water he may wish to go?"
+
+"Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" cried the water-animals.
+
+"Water," asked the goddess, "will you be calm and still when the son of
+my friend is my guest?"
+
+"Gladly," answered the water.
+
+Suddenly the goddess caught sight of the crocodile hiding behind the
+other animals. "Will you be kind to the boy and keep harm away from
+him?" she asked.
+
+[Illustration: "THE MOUTH THAT WILL NOT OPEN MUST BE MADE TO OPEN"]
+
+Now it was the crocodile that had dragged the boy to the bottom of the
+river. He wished to say, "Yes," but he did not dare to open his mouth
+for fear of saying, "I did it, I did it," so he said not a word. The
+goddess cried, "Did you drag the king's son to the bottom of the river?"
+Still the crocodile dared not open his mouth for fear of saying, "I did
+it, I did it." Then the goddess was angry. She drew her long sword, and
+saying, "The mouth that will not open when it should must be made to
+open," she struck the crocodile's mouth with the sword. "Oh, look!"
+cried the other animals. The crocodile's mouth had opened; there was no
+question about _that_, for it had split open so far that he was afraid
+he should never be able to keep it closed.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE PICTURE ON THE VASE.
+
+
+On some of the beautiful vases that are made in Japan there is a picture
+of a goddess changing a dragon into an island. When the children of
+Japan say, "Mother, tell us a story about the picture," this is what the
+mother says:--
+
+"Long, long ago there was a goddess of the sea who loved the people of
+Japan. She often came out of the water at sunset, and while all the
+bright colors were in the sky, she would sit on a high rock that
+overlooked the water and tell stories to the children. Such wonderful
+stories as they were! She used to tell them all about the strange fishes
+that swim in and out among the rocks and the mosses, and about the fair
+maidens that live deep down in the sea far under the waves. The children
+would ask, 'Are there no children in the sea? Why do they never come out
+to play with us?' The goddess would answer, 'Some time they will come,
+if you only keep on wishing for them. What children really wish for they
+will surely have some day.'
+
+"Then the goddess would sing to the children, and her voice was so sweet
+that the evening star would stand still in the sky to listen to her
+song. 'Please show us how the water rises and falls,' the children would
+beg, and she would hold up a magic stone that she had and say, 'Water,
+rise!' Then the waves would come in faster and faster all about the
+rock. When she laid down the stone and said, 'Water, fall!' the waves
+would be still, and the water would roll back quickly to the deep sea.
+She was goddess of the storm as well as of the sea, and sometimes the
+children would say, 'Dear goddess, please make us a storm.' She never
+said no to what they asked, and so the rain would fall, the lightning
+flare, and the thunder roll. The rain would fall all about them, but the
+goddess did not let it come near them. They were never afraid of the
+lightning, for it was far above their heads, and they knew that the
+goddess would not let it come down.
+
+"Those were happy times, but there is something more to tell that is not
+pleasant. One of the goddess's sea-animals was a dragon, that often used
+to play in the water near the shore. The children never thought of being
+afraid of any of the sea-animals, but one day the cruel dragon seized a
+little child in his mouth, and in a moment he had eaten it. There was
+sadness over the land of Japan. There were tears and sorrowful wailing.
+'O goddess,' the people cried, 'come to us! Punish the wicked dragon!'
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"The goddess was angry that one of her creatures should have dared to
+harm the little child, and she called aloud, 'Dragon, come to me.' The
+dragon came in a moment, for he did not dare to stay away. Then said the
+goddess, 'You shall never again play merrily in the water with the
+happy sea-animals. You shall be a rocky island. There shall be trees and
+plants on you, and before many years have gone, people will no longer
+remember that you were once an animal.'
+
+"The dragon found that he could no longer move about as he had done, for
+he was changing into rock. Trees and plants grew on his back. He was an
+island, and when people looked at it, they said, 'That island was once a
+wicked dragon.' The children of the sea and the children of the land
+often went to the island, and there they had very happy times together."
+
+This is the story that the mothers tell to their children when they look
+at the vases and see the picture of the goddess changing a dragon into
+an island. But when the children say, "Mother, where is the island?
+Cannot we go to it and play with the sea-children?" the mother answers,
+"Oh, this was all a long, long time ago, and no one can tell now where
+the island was."
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE WATER IN RIVERS IS NEVER STILL.
+
+
+All kinds of strange things came to pass in the days of long ago, but
+perhaps the strangest of all was that the nurses who cared for little
+children were not women, but brooks and rivers. The children and the
+brooks ran about together, and the brooks and rivers never said, "It is
+time to go to bed," for they liked to play as well as the children, and
+perhaps a little better. Sometimes the brooks ran first and the children
+followed. Sometimes the children ran first and the brooks followed. Of
+course, if any animal came near that would hurt the children, the brook
+or river in whose care they were left flowed quickly around them, so
+that they stood on an island and were safe from all harm.
+
+Two little boys lived in those days who were sons of the king. When the
+children were old enough to run about, the king called the rivers and
+brooks to come before him. They came gladly, for they felt sure that
+something pleasant would happen, and they waited so quietly that no one
+would have thought they were so full of frolic.
+
+"I have called you," said the king, "to give you the care of my two
+little sons. They like so well to run about that one nurse will not be
+enough to care for them, and of course it will be pleasanter for them to
+have many playmates. So I felt that it would be better to ask every
+river and every brook to see that they are not hurt or lost."
+
+"We shall have the king's sons for our playmates!" whispered the rivers.
+"Nothing so pleasant ever happened to us before."
+
+But the king went on, "If you keep my boys safely and well, and follow
+them so closely that they are not lost, then I will give you whatever
+gift you wish; but if I find that you have forgotten them one moment and
+they are lost or hurt, then you will be punished as no river was ever
+punished before."
+
+The rivers and even the most frolicsome little brooks were again quiet
+for a moment. Then they all cried together, "O king, we will be good.
+There were never better nurses than we will be to your sons."
+
+At first all went well, and the playmates had the merriest times that
+could be thought of. Then came a day when the sunshine was very warm,
+but the boys ran faster and farther than boys had ever run in the world
+before, and even the brooks could not keep up with them. The rivers had
+never been weary before, but when this warm day came, one river after
+another had some reason for being quiet. One complained, "I have
+followed the boys farther than any other river." "Perhaps you have,"
+said another, "but I have been up and down and round and round till I
+have forgotten how it seems to be quiet." Another declared, "I have run
+about long enough, and I shall run no more." A little brook said, "If I
+were a great river, perhaps I could run farther," and a great river
+replied, "If I were a little brook, of course I could run farther."
+
+So they talked, and the day passed. Night came before they knew it, and
+they could not find the boys.
+
+"Where are my sons?" cried the king.
+
+"Indeed, we do not know," answered the brooks and rivers in great fear,
+and each one looked at the others.
+
+"You have lost my children," said the king, "and if you do not find
+them, you shall be punished. Go and search for them."
+
+"Please help us," the rivers begged of the trees and plants, and
+everything that had life began to search for the lost boys. "Perhaps
+they are under ground," thought the trees, and they sent their roots
+down into the earth. "Perhaps they are in the east," cried one animal,
+and he went to the east. "They may be on the mountain," said one plant,
+and so it climbed to the very top of the mountain. "They may be in the
+village," said another, and so that one crept up close to the homes of
+men.
+
+Many years passed. The king was almost broken-hearted, but he knew it
+was of no use to search longer, so he called very sadly, "Search no
+longer. Let each plant and animal make its home where it is. The little
+plant that has crept up the mountain shall live on the mountain top, and
+the roots of the trees shall stay under ground. The rivers"--Then the
+king stopped, and the rivers trembled. They knew that they would be
+punished, but what would the punishment be? The king looked at them. "As
+for you, rivers and brooks," he declared, "it was your work to watch my
+boys. The plants and trees shall find rest and live happily in their
+homes, but you shall ever search for my lost boys, and you shall never
+have a home."
+
+So from that day to this the rivers have gone on looking for the lost
+children. They never stop, and some of them are so troubled that they
+flow first one way and then the other.
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE RAVEN HELPED MEN.
+
+
+The raven and the eagle were cousins, and they were almost always
+friendly, but whenever they talked together about men, they quarreled.
+
+"Men are lazy," declared the eagle. "There is no use in trying to help
+them. The more one does for them, the less they do for themselves."
+
+"You fly so high," said the raven, "that you cannot see how hard men
+work. I think that we birds, who know so much more than they, ought to
+help them."
+
+"They do not work," cried the eagle. "What have they to do, I should
+like to know? They walk about on the ground, and their food grows close
+by their nests. If they had to fly through the air as we do, and get
+their food wherever they could, they might talk about working hard."
+
+"That is just why we ought to help them," replied the raven. "They
+cannot mount up into the air as we do. They cannot see anything very
+well unless it is near them, and if they had to run and catch their
+food, they would surely die of hunger. They are poor, weak creatures,
+and there is not a humming-bird that does not know many things that they
+never heard of."
+
+"You are a poor, weak bird, if you think you can teach men. When they
+feel hunger, they will eat, and they do not know how to do anything
+else. Just look at them! They ought to be going to sleep, and they do
+not know enough to do even that."
+
+"How can they know that it is night, when they have no sun and no moon
+to tell them when it is day and when it is night?"
+
+"They would not go to sleep even if they had two moons," said the eagle;
+"and you are no true cousin of mine if you do not let them alone."
+
+So the two birds quarreled. Almost every time they met, they quarreled
+about men, and at last, whenever the eagle began to mount into the air,
+the raven went near the earth.
+
+Now the eagle had a pretty daughter. She and the raven were good
+friends, and they never quarreled about men. One day the pretty daughter
+said, "Cousin Raven, are you too weak to fly as high as you used to do?"
+
+"I never was less weak," declared the raven.
+
+"Almost every day you keep on the ground. Can you not mount into the
+air?"
+
+"Of course I can," answered the raven.
+
+"There are some strange things in my father's lodge," said the pretty
+daughter, "and I do not know what they are. They are not good to eat,
+and I do not see what else they are good for. Will you come and see
+them?"
+
+"I will go wherever you ask me," declared the raven.
+
+The eagle's lodge was far up on the top of a high mountain, but the two
+birds were soon there, and the pretty daughter showed the raven the
+strange things. He knew what they were, and he said to himself, "Men
+shall have them, and by and by they will be no less wise than the
+birds." Then he asked, "Has your father a magic cloak?"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Yes," answered the pretty daughter.
+
+"May I put it on?"
+
+"Yes, surely."
+
+When the raven had once put on the magic cloak, he seized the strange
+things and put them under it. Then he called, "I will come again soon,
+my pretty little cousin, and tell you all about the people on the
+earth."
+
+The things under his cloak were strange indeed, for one was the sun, and
+one was the moon. There were hundreds of bright stars, and there were
+brooks and rivers and waterfalls. Best of all, there was the precious
+gift of fire. The raven put the sun high up in the heavens, and fastened
+the moon and stars in their places. He let the brooks run down the sides
+of the mountains, and he hid the fire away in the rocks.
+
+After a while men found all these precious gifts. They knew when it was
+night and when it was day, and they learned how to use fire. They cannot
+mount into the air like the eagle, but in some things they are almost as
+wise as the birds.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE EARTH AND THE SKY.
+
+
+The sky used to be very close to the earth, and of course the earth had
+no sunshine. Trees did not grow, flowers did not blossom, and water was
+not clear and bright. The earth did not know that there was any other
+way of living, and so she did not complain.
+
+By and by the sky and the earth had a son who was called the Shining
+One. When he was small, he had a dream, and he told it to the earth.
+"Mother Earth," he said, "I had a dream, and it was that the sky was far
+up above us. There was a bright light, and it made you more radiant than
+I ever saw you. What could the light have been?"
+
+"I do not know, my Shining One," she answered, "for there is nothing but
+the earth and the sky."
+
+After a long, long time, the Shining One was fully grown. Then he said
+to the sky, "Father Sky, will you not go higher up, that there may be
+light and warmth on the earth?"
+
+"There is no 'higher up,'" declared the sky. "There is only just here."
+
+Then the Shining One raised the sky till he rested on the mountain
+peaks.
+
+"Oh! oh!" cried the sky. "They hurt. The peaks are sharp and rough. You
+are an unkind, cruel son."
+
+"In my dreams you were still higher up," replied the Shining One, and he
+raised the sky still higher.
+
+"Oh! oh!" complained the sky, "I can hardly see the peaks. I will stay
+on the rough rocks."
+
+"You were far above the rocks in my dream," replied the Shining One.
+
+Then when the sky was raised far above the earth and no longer touched
+even the peaks, a great change came over the earth. She, too, had
+thought the Shining One unkind, and she had said, "Shining One, it was
+only a dream. Why should you change the sky and the earth? Why not let
+them stay as they were before you had the dream?"
+
+"O Mother Earth," he said, "I wish you could see the radiant change that
+has come to pass. The air is full of light and warmth and fragrance. You
+yourself are more beautiful than you were even in my dream. Listen and
+hear the song of the birds. See the flowers blossoming in every field,
+and even covering the rough peaks of the mountains. Should you be glad
+if I had let all things stay as they were? Was I unkind to make you so
+much more lovely than you were?"
+
+Before the earth could answer, the sky began to complain. "You have
+spread over earth a new cloak of green, and of course she is beautiful
+with all her flowers and birds, but here am I, raised far above the
+mountain peaks. I have no cloak, nor have I flowers and birds. Shining
+One, give me a cloak."
+
+"That will I do, and most gladly," replied the Shining One, and he
+spread a soft cloak of dark blue over the sky, and in it many a star
+sparkled and twinkled.
+
+"That is very well in the night," said the heavens, "but it is not good
+in the daytime, it is too gloomy. Give me another cloak for the day."
+Then the Shining One spread a light blue cloak over the sky for the
+daytime, and at last the sky was as beautiful as the earth.
+
+Now both sky and earth were contented. "I did not know that the earth
+was so radiant," said the sky. "I did not know that the sky was so
+beautiful," said the earth. "I will send a message to tell her how
+lovely she is," thought the sky, and he dropped down a gentle little
+rain.
+
+"I, too, will send a message," thought the earth, "and the clouds shall
+carry it for me." That is why there is often a light cloud rising from
+the earth in the morning. It is carrying a good-morning message from the
+beautiful earth to the sky.
+
+
+
+
+HOW SUMMER CAME TO THE EARTH.
+
+
+PART I.
+
+There was once a boy on the earth who was old enough to have a bow and
+arrows, but who had never seen a summer. He had no idea how it would
+look to have leaves on the trees, for he had never seen any such things.
+As for the songs of birds, he may have heard them in his dreams, but he
+never heard them when he was not asleep. If any one had asked, "Do you
+not like to walk on the soft grass?" he would have answered, "What is
+grass? I never saw any."
+
+The reason why this boy had never heard of summer was because there had
+never been a summer on the earth. Far to the north the earth was covered
+with thick ice, and even farther south, where the boy lived, the ground
+was rarely free from ice and snow.
+
+The boy's father was called the fisher. He taught his little son to
+hunt, and made him a bow like his own, only smaller. The boy was proud
+of his arrows, and was always happy when he went out to hunt. He had
+often shot a lynx, and once or twice he had shot a wolverine. Sometimes
+it chanced that he found nothing to shoot, and then he was not happy,
+for he realized how cold it was. His fingers ached, and his feet ached,
+and the end of his nose ached. "Oh, if I could only carry the wigwam
+fire about with me!" he cried, for he had no idea of any other warmth
+than that which came from the fire.
+
+Now it chanced that Adjidaumo, the squirrel, was on a tree over the
+boy's head, and he heard this cry. He dropped a piece of ice upon the
+end of the boy's little red nose, and the boy bent his bow. Then he
+realized who it was, and he cried, "O Adjidaumo, you are warm. You have
+no fingers to ache with the cold. I am warm just twice a day, once in
+the morning and once at night."
+
+"Boys do not know much," replied Adjidaumo, dancing lightly on the
+topmost bough. "The end of _my_ nose is warm, and I have no fingers like
+yours to be cold, but if I had chanced to have any, I have an idea that
+would have kept them warm."
+
+"What is an idea?" asked the boy.
+
+"An idea is something that is better than a fire," replied the squirrel,
+"for you can carry an idea about with you, and you have to leave the
+fire at home. A lynx has an idea sometimes, and a wolverine has one
+sometimes, but a squirrel has one twice as often as a boy."
+
+The poor boy was too cold to be angry, and he begged, "Adjidaumo, if
+there is any way for me to keep warm, will you not tell me what it is? A
+lynx would be more kind to me than you are, and I am sure a wolverine
+would tell me."
+
+Adjidaumo had rarely been cold, but when he realized how cold the boy
+was, he was sorry for him, and he said, "All you have to do is to go
+home and cry. When your father says, 'Why do you cry?' answer nothing
+but 'Boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo! Get me summer, get me summer!'"
+
+Now this boy rarely cried, but his hands and feet were so very cold that
+he thought he would do as the squirrel had told him, and he started for
+home. As soon as he reached the wigwam, he threw himself down upon the
+ground and cried. He cried so hard that his tears made a river that ran
+out of the wigwam door. It was a frozen river, of course, but when the
+fisher saw it, he knew it was made of the tears of his little son. "What
+are you crying for?" he asked, but all the boy answered was "Boo-hoo,
+boo-hoo! Get me summer, father, get me summer!"
+
+"Summer," repeated the fisher thoughtfully. "It is not easy to get
+summer, but I will find it if I can."
+
+
+PART II.
+
+The fisher made a great feast for the animals that he thought could help
+him to find summer. The otter, the lynx, the badger, and the wolverine
+came. After they had eaten, the hunter told them what he wished to do,
+and they all set out to find summer.
+
+For many days they traveled, and at last they came to a high mountain
+upon whose summit the sky seemed to rest.
+
+"That is where summer is," declared the badger. "All we have to do is to
+climb to the summit and take it from the heavens." So they all climbed
+and climbed, till it seemed as if they would never reach the top. After
+a long time they were on the very highest summit, but the heavens were
+above them.
+
+"We cannot reach it," said the fisher.
+
+"Let us try," said the lynx.
+
+"I will try first," said the otter. So the otter sprang up with all his
+might, but he could not touch the heavens. He rolled down the side of
+the mountain, and then he ran home. The badger tried, and the beaver
+tried, and the lynx tried, but not one of them could leap far enough to
+reach the heavens. "Now I will try," said the wolverine. "I am not
+going to climb away up here for nothing." The fisher watched most
+eagerly, for he thought, "There's my boy at home crying, and what shall
+I do if I cannot get the summer for him?"
+
+The wolverine leaped farther than any wolverine ever leaped before, and
+he went where no animal on the earth had ever been before, for he went
+straight through the floor of the heavens. Of course the fisher
+followed, and there they were in a more lovely place than any one on the
+earth had ever dreamed of, for they were in the land of summer, and
+summer had never come to the earth.
+
+The soft, warm air went down through the hole in the floor and spread
+over the earth. Birds flew down, singing happily as they flew, and all
+kinds of flowers that are on the earth to-day made their way through the
+hole as fast as they could, for they knew all about the little boy in
+the wigwam who was wishing that summer would come.
+
+Now there were people in the heavens, and when they found that summer
+was going down to the earth through the hole in the floor, they cried
+out to the Great Spirit, "Take summer away from him, take it away from
+him!" and they shot their arrows at the fisher and the wolverine. The
+wolverine dropped through the hole, but the fisher was not quick enough,
+and he could not get away.
+
+The Great Spirit said, "The heavens have the summer all the year, but
+the earth shall have summer half the year. I shall close the hole in the
+floor so the fisher cannot go down to earth again, but I will make him
+into a fish and give him a place in the heavens."
+
+When the Indians look up at the sky, they see a fish in the stars, and
+they say, "That is the good fisher who gave us the beautiful summer."
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE FIRST SNOWDROPS.
+
+
+An old man sat alone in his house. It Was full of shadows; it was dark
+and gloomy. The old man cared nothing for the shadows or the darkness,
+for he was thinking of all the mighty deeds that he had done. "There is
+no one else in the world," he muttered, "who has done such deeds as I,"
+and he counted them over aloud. A sound outside of the house interrupted
+him. "What can it be?" he said to himself. "How dares anything interrupt
+me? I have told all things to be still. It sounds like the rippling of
+waters, and I have told the waters to be quiet in their beds. There it
+is again. It is like the singing of birds, and I have sent the birds far
+away to the south."
+
+Some one opened the door and came in. It was a youth with sunny curls
+and rosy face.
+
+"Who said you might come in?" muttered the old man.
+
+"Did not you?" asked the youth, with a merry little laugh. "I am really
+afraid that I came without asking. You see, every one is glad to see me
+and"--
+
+"I am not," interrupted the old man.
+
+"I have heard rumors of your great deeds," said the youth, "and I came
+to see whether the tales are true."
+
+"The deeds are more true than the tales," muttered the old man, "for the
+tales are never great enough. No one can count the wonderful things I
+have done."
+
+"And what are they?" asked the young man gravely, but with a merry
+little twinkle in his eyes that would have made one think of the waves
+sparkling in the sunlight. "Let us see whether you or I can tell the
+greatest tale."
+
+"I can breathe upon a river and turn it to ice," said the old man.
+
+"I can breathe upon the ice and turn it to a river," said the youth.
+
+"I can say to water, 'Stand still,' and it will not dare to stir."
+
+"I can say, 'Stand no longer,' and it will go running and chattering
+down the mountain side."
+
+"I shake my white head," said the old man, "and snow covers the earth."
+
+"I shake my curls," said the young man, "and the air sparkles with
+sunshine. In a moment the snow is gone."
+
+"I say to the birds, 'Sing no more. Leave me,' and they spread their
+wings and fly far away."
+
+"I say, 'Little birds, come back,' and in a moment they are back again
+and singing their sweetest songs to me."
+
+"No one can count the leaves," said the old man, "but whether I shake
+the trees with my icy touch, or whether I turn my cold breath upon them,
+they fall to the ground with fear and trembling. Are there any rumors of
+my deeds as great as that?"
+
+The young man answered gravely, but with a laugh in his voice, "I never
+saw any leaves falling to the ground, for when I appear, they are all
+fair and green and trembling with the gladness of my coming."
+
+So the two talked all night long. As morning came near, the old man
+appeared weary, but the youth grew merrier. The sunlight brightened, and
+the youth turned to the open door. The trees were full of birds, and
+when they saw him, they sang, "O beautiful spring! glad are we to look
+again upon your face."
+
+"My own dear birds!" cried spring. He turned to say good-by, but the old
+man was gone, and where he had stood were only snowflakes. But were they
+snowflakes? He looked again. They were little white snowdrops, the first
+flowers of spring, the only flowers that can remember the winter.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE FACE OF THE MOON IS WHITE.
+
+
+An Indian chief had a fair young daughter. One day the wind came to him
+and said, "Great chief, I love your daughter, and she loves me. Will you
+give her to me to be my wife?"
+
+"No," answered the chief.
+
+The next day the maiden herself went to the chief and said, "Father, I
+love the wind. Will you let me go with him to his lodge and be his
+wife?"
+
+"No," declared the chief, "I will not. When the wind was a child, he
+often came into my wigwam through some tiny hole, and try as I would to
+make my fire, he always put it out. He knows neither how to fight nor
+how to hunt, and you shall not be his wife."
+
+Then the chief hid his daughter in a thick grove of dark spruces. "The
+wind might see her in a pine," he thought, "but he will never catch
+sight of her in a grove of spruces."
+
+Now the wind could make himself invisible if he chose, and all the time
+that the chief was talking, the wind was close beside him listening to
+every word. When the next night came, the wind ran round and round the
+grove of spruces until he discovered a tiny place where he could get in.
+When he came out, the maiden was with him. He did not dare to go near
+the Indians to live, for he was afraid that the chief would come and
+take her away from him; so he built a new lodge far to the north-ward.
+To that lodge he carried the maiden, and she became his wife.
+
+Neither the wind nor his young wife had thought that the chief could
+ever find them, but he searched and searched, and at last he came to
+their lodge. The wind hid his wife and made himself invisible, but the
+father struck all about with his great war-club, and a hard blow fell
+upon the head of the wind. He knew no more of what the chief was doing.
+
+When he came to himself, he discovered that his wife was gone, and he
+set out in search of her. He roamed about wildly in the forest, and at
+last he saw her in a canoe with her father on the Big-Sea-Water. "Come
+with me," he called. She became as white as snow, but she could not see
+the wind, because after the blow upon his head he had forgotten how to
+make himself visible.
+
+He was so angry with the chief that he blew with all his might upon the
+tiny canoe. "Let it tip over," he thought. "I can carry my wife safely
+to land." The canoe did tip over, and both the chief and his daughter
+fell into the water. "Come, dear wife," cried the wind. "Here is my
+hand." He did not remember that he was invisible, and that she could not
+see his hand. That is why she fell down, down, through the deep water to
+the bottom of the lake. The chief, too, lost his life, for the wind did
+not try to help him.
+
+When the wind discovered that his wife was gone from him, he became
+almost wild with sorrow. "The wind never blew so sadly before," said the
+people in the wigwams.
+
+[Illustration: "HERE IS MY HAND"]
+
+The Great Spirit was sorry that the chief's daughter had fallen into the
+water and lost her life, and the next night he bore her up to the stars
+and gave her a home in the moon. There she lives again, but her face is
+white, as it was when she fell from the canoe. On moonlight nights she
+always looks down upon the earth, searching for the wind, for she does
+not know that he is invisible. The wind does not know that far away in
+the moon is the white face of his lost wife, and so he roams through the
+forest and wanders about the rocks and the mountains, but never thinks
+of looking up to the moon.
+
+
+
+
+WHY ALL MEN LOVE THE MOON.
+
+
+Thunder and Lightning were going to give a feast. It was to be a most
+delightful banquet, for all the good things that could be imagined were
+to be brought from every corner of the world.
+
+For many days before the feast these good things were coming. The birds
+flew up with what they could find in the cold air of the north and the
+warm air of the south. The fishes came from the east and from the west
+with what they could find in the cold water or in the warm water. As for
+what grew on the earth, there was no end to the luxuries that came every
+morning and every evening. Squirrels brought nuts, crows brought corn,
+the ants brought sweet things of many kinds. Food that was rich and rare
+came from India and Japan. The butterflies and the humming-birds were to
+arrange the flowers, the peacocks and the orioles promised to help make
+the place beautiful, and the waves and the brooks agreed to make their
+most charming music.
+
+Thunder and Lightning were talking about whom to invite, and they
+questioned whether to ask the sun, the moon, and the wind. These three
+were children of the star mother.
+
+"The star mother has been so kind to us that I suppose we ought to
+invite her children," said Thunder.
+
+"The moon is charming, but the sun and the wind are rough and wild. If I
+were the star mother, I would keep them in a corner all day, and they
+should stay there all night, too, if they did not promise to be gentle,"
+said Lightning.
+
+"We must invite them," replied Thunder, with what sounded much like a
+little growl, "but it would be delightful if they would agree to stay
+away, all but the moon."
+
+That is why the sun and wind were invited as well as the moon. When the
+invitation came, the two brothers said to their little sister, "You are
+too small to go to a feast, but perhaps they asked you because they were
+going to ask us."
+
+"Star mother, I think I will stay at home," said the moon tearfully.
+
+"No, little moon," replied the star mother; "go to the feast with the
+other children."
+
+So the three children went to the feast, and the star mother waited for
+them to come home.
+
+When they came, she asked, "What did you bring for me?" The hands of the
+sun were full of good things, but he said, "I brought only what I am
+going to eat myself," and he sat down in a corner with his back to the
+others, and went on eating.
+
+"Did you bring anything for me?" she asked the wind.
+
+"I brought some good things halfway home, and then I was weary of
+carrying them," answered the wind, "so I have eaten them."
+
+"I should never have imagined that you would be so selfish," said the
+star mother sadly, and she asked the little moon, "My daughter, did you
+bring anything for me?"
+
+"Yes, star mother," answered the little moon, and she gave her mother
+more good things than any one had ever seen in their home before. There
+were rare luxuries that the fishes and the birds had brought. There were
+rich colors that the peacocks and orioles had promised, and there was
+even some of the charming music that the waves and brooks had agreed to
+make.
+
+The star mother praised the little maiden. Then she looked at her two
+boys. She was sad, for she knew that they must be punished for their
+selfishness. "Sun," said she, "you wish to turn your back on all, and
+your punishment shall be that when the warm days of summer have come,
+all men will turn their backs on you." To the wind she said, "Wind, you
+thought of no one but yourself. When the storm is coming and you are
+afraid and fly before it, no one shall think of you. All men shall close
+their doors against you and fasten them." Then to her little daughter
+she said, "My little moon, you were unselfish and thoughtful. You shall
+always be bright and beautiful, and men shall love you and praise you
+whenever they look upon your gentle, kindly face."
+
+This is why men hide from the sun and the wind, but never from the moon.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THERE IS A HARE IN THE MOON.
+
+
+Many strange things happened long ago, and one of them was that a hare,
+a monkey, and a fox agreed to live together. They talked about their
+plan a long time. Then the hare said, "I promise to help the monkey and
+the fox." The monkey declared, "I promise to help the fox and the hare."
+The fox said, "I promise to help the hare and the monkey." They shook
+hands, or rather shook paws. There was something else to which they
+agreed, and that was that they would kill no living creature.
+
+The manito was much pleased when he heard of this plan, but he said to
+himself, "I should like to make sure that what I have heard is true, and
+that they are really gentle and kind to others as well as to themselves.
+I will go to the forest and see how they behave toward strangers."
+
+The manito appeared before the three animals, but they thought he was a
+hunter. "May I come into your lodge and rest?" he asked. "I am very
+weary."
+
+All three came toward him and gave him a welcome. "Come into our lodge,"
+they said. "We have agreed to help one another, so we will help one
+another to help you."
+
+"I have been hungry all day," said the manito, "but I should rather have
+such a welcome than food."
+
+"But if you are hungry, you must have food," declared the three animals.
+"If there were anything in our lodge that you would care to eat, you
+might have part of it or all of it, but there is nothing here that you
+would like."
+
+Then said the monkey, "I have a plan. I will go out into the forest and
+find you some food."
+
+When the monkey came back, he said, "I found a tree with some fruit on
+it. I climbed it and shook it, and here is the fruit. There was only a
+little of it, for fruit was scarce."
+
+"Will you not eat part of it yourself?" asked the manito.
+
+"No," answered the monkey. "I had rather see you eat it, for I think you
+are more hungry than I."
+
+The manito wished to know whether the fox and the hare would behave as
+unselfishly toward him, and he said, "My good friends, the fruit was
+indeed welcome, but I am still hungry."
+
+Then the fox said, "I will go out into the forest and see what I can
+find for you."
+
+When the fox came back, he said, "I shook the trees, but no more fruit
+fell. I could not climb the trees, for my paws are not made for
+climbing, but I searched on the ground, and at last I found some hominy
+that a traveler had left, and I have brought you that."
+
+The manito had soon eaten the hominy. He wished to know whether the hare
+would behave as kindly as the others, and before long he said, "My good
+friends, the hominy was indeed welcome, but I am still hungry."
+
+Then the hare said, "I will gladly go out into the forest and search for
+food." He was gone a long time, but when he came back, he brought no
+food.
+
+"I am very hungry," said the manito.
+
+"Stranger," said the hare, "if you will build a fire beside the rock, I
+can give you some food."
+
+The manito built a fire, and the hare said, "Now I will spring from the
+top of the rock upon the fire. I have heard that men eat flesh, that is
+taken from the fire, and I will give you my own."
+
+The hare sprang from the rock, but the manito caught him in his hands
+before the flame could touch him, and said, "Dear, unselfish little
+hare, the monkey and the fox have welcomed me and searched the forest
+through to find me food, but you have done more, for you have given me
+yourself. I will take the gift, little hare, and I will carry you in my
+arms up to the moon, so that every one on the earth may see you and hear
+the tale of your kindness and unselfishness."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The Indians can see a hare in the moon, and this is the story that they
+tell their children about it.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILDREN IN THE MOON.
+
+
+They had no idea where they came from. All they knew was that they lived
+on the hill, and that the old man of the hill called them Jack and Jill.
+They had plenty of berries to eat, and when night came, they had soft
+beds of fir to sleep on. There were all kinds of animals on the hill,
+and they were friendly to the two children. They could have had a most
+delightful time playing all day long if it had not been for having to
+carry water.
+
+Every morning, just as soon as the first rays of the sun could be seen
+from their home, they heard the voice of the old man of the hill
+calling, "Jack! Jill! Take your pail and get some water." Whenever they
+were having an especially pleasant game with some of the animals, they
+heard the same call, "Take your pail and get some water." It is no
+wonder that Jack awoke one night when no one called and said, "Jill, did
+he say we must get some water?" "I suppose so," answered Jill sleepily,
+and they went out with the pail.
+
+The moon was shining down through the trees, and they imagined that she
+was nearer than ever before. The forest was not half so lonely with her
+gentle face looking down upon them. Soon they felt happier than at
+first, and they played little games together, running from tree to tree.
+
+"We have spilled half the water," said Jill.
+
+"There's plenty left," said Jack, "if half _is_ spilled."
+
+"Do you suppose there are any children who play games whenever they like
+and do not have to carry water?"
+
+"Plenty of them," declared Jack.
+
+    "Jack and Jill
+    Went up the hill
+    To get a pail of water,"
+
+sang a voice so clear that it seemed close at hand, and so soft that it
+seemed far away.
+
+Jack started, fell, and rolled down the hillside, and Jill came tumbling
+after. As for the water, what was left was spilled before Jack had
+rolled over once; and before he had rolled over twice, the same voice
+sang,--
+
+    "Jack fell down
+    And broke his crown,
+    And Jill came tumbling after."
+
+"It is about us," cried Jill.
+
+"I have not broken any crown," said Jack.
+
+"It is the crown of your head," declared Jill.
+
+"Oh!" said Jack; "but where's the water?"
+
+"It has gone tumbling down the hill," answered the same voice.
+
+"How can water go tumbling?" cried Jill. "_We_ tumbled."
+
+"Water tumbles too," replied the voice, "especially when it is frozen."
+
+"Oh!" said Jack.
+
+"Oh!" said Jill.
+
+"The stream is frozen," called the voice.
+
+"What stream?" asked the children together.
+
+"The stream that goes down the hill," answered the voice. "Did you not
+know that you were bringing water to keep the stream full?"
+
+"No, indeed," said the children.
+
+"The old man of the hill is only a rock, and what you thought his voice
+was only the water flowing around it."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Oh!" cried Jack.
+
+"Oh!" cried Jill.
+
+"The stream is frozen," said the voice, "and the earth has a cloak of
+snow and ice."
+
+"Who are you?" asked Jill shyly.
+
+"Do you really not know? What a strange child you are! I am the moon, of
+course. Very pleasant people live with me, and I have come to invite you
+both to go home with me. Will you come?"
+
+The children looked up through the trees, and there was the gentle face
+of the moon, looking more gentle and kind than ever. "Come," said she,
+and they went very willingly. They have lived in the moon many years,
+but they never again carried a pail of water for a stream. "That is the
+work of the clouds and the sun," says the moon.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THERE IS A MAN IN THE MOON.
+
+
+"Goodman," said the goodwife, "you must go out into the forest and
+gather sticks for the fire. To-morrow will be Sunday, and we have no
+wood to burn."
+
+"Yes, goodwife," answered the goodman, "I will go to the forest."
+
+He did go to the forest, but he sat on a mossy rock and fished till it
+was dark, and so he brought home no wood. "The goodwife shall not know
+it," he thought. "I will go to the forest to-morrow morning and gather
+sticks."
+
+When morning came, he crept softly out of the house when it was hardly
+light, and went to the forest. Soon he had as many sticks as he could
+carry, and he was starting for home when a voice called sternly, "Put
+those sticks down." He looked to the right, to the left, before him,
+behind him, and over his head. There was no one to be seen.
+
+"Put those sticks down," said the voice again.
+
+"Please, I do not dare to put them down," replied the goodman, trembling
+with fear. "They are to burn, and my wife cannot cook the dinner without
+them."
+
+"You will have no dinner to-day," said the voice.
+
+"The goodwife will not know that I did not gather them last night, and
+she will let me have some dinner. I am almost sure she will," the
+goodman replied.
+
+"You must not gather sticks to-day," said the voice more sternly than
+ever. "It is Sunday. Put them down."
+
+"Indeed, Mr. Voice, I dare not," whispered the goodman; and afar off he
+thought he heard his wife calling, "Goodman, where are you? There is no
+wood to burn."
+
+"Will you put them down, or will you carry them forever?" cried the
+voice angrily.
+
+"Truly, I cannot put them down, for I dare not go home without them,"
+answered the goodman, shaking with fear from head to foot. "The goodwife
+would not like it."
+
+"Then carry them forever," said the voice. "You care not for Sunday, and
+you shall never have another Sunday."
+
+The goodman could not tell how it came about, but he felt himself being
+lifted, up, up, up, sticks and all, till he was in the moon.
+
+"Here you shall stay," said the voice sternly. "You will not keep
+Sunday, and here you need not. This is the moon, and so it is always the
+moon's day, or Monday, and Monday it shall be with you always. Whenever
+any one looks up at the moon, he will say, 'See the man with the sticks
+on his back. He was taken to the moon because he gathered wood on
+Sunday.'"
+
+"Oh dear, oh dear," cried the goodman, "what will the goodwife say?"
+
+
+
+
+THE TWIN STARS.
+
+
+In front of the little house was a pine-tree, and every night at the
+time when the children went to bed, a bright star appeared over the top
+of the tree and looked in at the window. The children were brother and
+sister. They were twins, and so they always had each other to play with.
+
+"Now go to sleep," the mother would say when she had kissed them
+good-night, but it was hard to go to sleep when such a beautiful,
+radiant thing was shining in at the window of the little house.
+
+"What do you suppose is in the star?" asked the sister.
+
+"I think there are daisies and honey and violets and butterflies and
+bluebirds," answered the brother.
+
+"And I think there are roses and robins and berries and humming-birds,"
+said the sister.
+
+"There must be trees and grass too, and I am sure there are pearls and
+diamonds."
+
+"I can almost see them now," declared the sister. "I wish we could
+really see them. To-morrow let us go and find the star."
+
+When morning came, the star was gone, but they said, "It was just behind
+the pine-tree, and so it must be on the blue mountain." The blue
+mountain was a long way off, but it looked near, and the twins thought
+they could walk to it in an hour. All day long they walked. They went
+through the lonely woods, they crossed brooks, they climbed hills, and
+still they could not find the radiant star that had looked in at their
+window. The hour had come when their mother always put them to bed and
+kissed them and said good-night, but now they had no mother, no
+good-night kiss, and no bed. They were tired and sleepy. They heard
+strange sounds in the forest, and they were frightened. "I am so tired,"
+the sister whispered. "I am afraid a bear will come. I wish we could see
+the star."
+
+The sky had grown dark, and a star could be seen here and there, but it
+was not their star. They went on till they could go no farther. "We will
+lie down on the grass," said the brother, "and cover ourselves up with
+leaves, and go to sleep."
+
+Tired as they were, they did not have time to go to sleep before they
+heard a bear calling "Ugh! Ugh!" in the woods. They sprang up and ran
+out of the woods, and just before they came to the bottom of the hill,
+they saw right in front of them a beautiful little lake. They were not
+frightened any more, for there in the water was something radiant and
+shining. "It is our own star," said they, "and it has come down to us."
+They never thought of looking up into the sky over their heads. It was
+enough for them that the star was in the water and so near them. But was
+it calling them? They thought so. "Come," cried the brother, "take my
+hand, and we will go to the star." Then the spirit of the skies lifted
+them up gently and carried them away on a beautiful cloud.
+
+The father and mother sat alone in the little house one evening, looking
+sadly out of the window through which the twins had looked. "There is
+the star that they loved," the mother said. "I have often listened to
+them while they talked of it. It is rising over the pine-tree in front
+of the house." They sat and watched the star. It was brighter and more
+radiant than ever, and in it the father and mother saw the faces of
+their lost children. "Oh, take us too, good spirit of the skies!" they
+cried. The spirit heard them, and when the next evening came, close
+beside the star there was another star. In that were the father and
+mother, and at last they and the children were all very happy to be
+together again.
+
+
+
+
+THE LANTERN AND THE FAN.
+
+
+In a Japanese village there once lived a man who had two sons. When the
+sons were grown up, each brought home a wife from another village a long
+distance away. The father was greatly pleased with his two
+daughters-in-law, and for many months they all lived very happily
+together.
+
+At last the two young wives asked to go home to visit their friends.
+Among the Japanese the sons and the sons' wives must always obey the
+father, so the two wives said, "Father-in-law, it is a long, long time
+since we have seen our friends. May we go to our old home and visit
+them?" The father-in-law answered, "No." After many months they asked
+again, and again he answered, "No." Once more they asked. The
+father-in-law thought, "They care nothing for me, or they would not wish
+to leave me, but I have a plan, and I can soon know whether they love
+their father-in-law or not." Then he said to the older of the two wives,
+"You may go if you wish, but you must never come back unless you bring
+me fire wrapped in paper." To the younger he said, "You may go if you
+wish, but you must never come back unless you bring me wind wrapped in
+paper." The father-in-law thought, "Now I shall find out. If they care
+for me, they will search the country through till they find paper that
+will hold fire and wind."
+
+The two young wives were so glad to visit their old friends that for
+almost a month they forgot all about the gifts that they were to carry
+to their father-in-law. At last, when it was time to go home, they were
+greatly troubled about what they must carry with them, and they asked a
+wise man where to find the strange things. "Paper that will hold fire
+and wind!" he cried. "There is no such paper in Japan." The two women
+asked one wise man after another, and every one declared, "There is no
+such paper in Japan." What should they do? They feared they would never
+see their home again. They were so sad that they left their friends and
+wandered a long distance into the forest. Great tears fell from their
+eyes.
+
+"I do not let people cry in my woods," said a voice. "My trees do not
+grow well in salt water."
+
+The poor wives were so sorrowful that they forgot to be afraid, and the
+older one said, "Can we help crying? Unless I can carry to my
+father-in-law fire wrapped in paper, I can never go home." "And I,"
+wailed the younger, "unless I can carry wind wrapped in paper, I can
+never go home. None of the wise men ever heard of such things. What
+shall we do?"
+
+"It is easy enough to wrap fire in paper," answered the voice. "Here is
+a piece of paper. Now watch." They watched, and the strangest thing in
+all the world happened right before their eyes. There was no one to be
+seen, but a piece of paper appeared on the ground and folded itself into
+a Japanese lantern. "Now put a candle inside," said the voice, "and you
+have paper holding fire. What more could you ask?"
+
+Then the older woman was happy, but the younger was still sad. She saw
+now that fire could be carried in paper, but surely no one could carry
+wind. "O dear voice," she cried, "can any one carry wind in paper?"
+
+"That is much easier than to carry fire," replied the voice, "for wind
+does not burn holes. Watch."
+
+They watched eagerly. Another piece of paper came all by itself and lay
+on the ground between them. There was a picture on it of a tree covered
+with white blossoms. Two women stood under the tree, gathering the
+blossoms.
+
+"The two women are yourselves," said the voice, "and the blossoms are
+the gifts that the father-in-law will give you when you go home."
+
+"But I cannot go home," the younger wailed, "for I cannot carry wind
+wrapped in paper."
+
+"Here is the paper, and there is always plenty of wind. Why not take
+them?"
+
+"Indeed, I do not know how," the younger woman answered sorrowfully.
+
+"This way, of course," said the voice. Some long, light twigs flew to
+the paper. It folded itself, over, under, together. It opened and
+closed, and it waved itself before the tearful face of the younger
+woman. "Does not the wind come to your face?" asked the voice, "and is
+it not the fan that has brought it? The lantern carries fire wrapped in
+paper, and the fan carries wind wrapped in paper."
+
+Then, indeed, the two young women were happy, and when they came to the
+home of their father-in-law, he was as glad as they. He gave them
+beautiful gifts of gold and silver, and he said, "No one ever had such
+marvels before as the lantern and the fan, but in my home there are two
+more precious things than these, and they are my two dear daughters."
+
+
+
+
+VOCABULARY OF THE BOOK OF NATURE MYTHS.
+
+
+NOTE.--This vocabulary is supplementary to that of THE HIAWATHA PRIMER.
+Nouns and verbs which are inflected regularly are entered under but one
+form.
+
+_Pages 1-4_
+first
+humming-bird
+ago
+know
+flames
+last
+people
+
+_Pages 4-7_
+again
+fled
+
+_Pages 7-9_
+grew
+
+_Pages 10-12_
+butterflies
+stones
+some
+would
+men
+could
+beauty
+life
+
+_Pages 13-15_
+woodpecker
+man
+cake
+put
+bake
+large
+small
+
+_Pages 15-19_
+magician
+fever
+breath
+shot
+fight
+ever
+wound
+head
+crest
+another
+blood
+
+_Pages 19-23_
+serpent
+hissed
+cat
+shut
+quick
+always
+fall
+
+_Pages 23-28_
+swallow
+tail
+forked
+animals
+year
+meet
+mosquito
+whose
+tore
+tongue
+
+_Pages 28-31_
+hares
+snowflakes
+feet
+firebrand
+
+_Pages 31-34_
+magpie
+time
+home
+warm
+brought
+merrily
+sorry
+eggs
+busy
+taking
+care
+well
+
+_Pages 34-36_
+raven
+thief
+happened
+wood-worm
+only
+himself
+pieces
+
+_Pages 36-40_
+more
+gone
+get
+let
+any
+wolf
+pond
+near
+bat
+rain
+quickly
+
+_Pages 40, 41_
+catch
+caught
+tried
+curled
+throw
+
+_Pages 41, 42_
+fast
+hand
+soon
+
+_Pages 43-46_
+quail
+snipe
+never
+crept
+carrying
+pulled
+bill
+legs
+mole
+
+_Pages 47-49_
+sheds
+grandfather
+marsh
+drink
+drank
+burst
+done
+off
+
+_Pages 50-52_
+dove
+manito
+brave
+crying
+Hoots
+too
+known
+most
+
+_Pages 52-56_
+parrot
+repeats
+truth
+ox
+owner
+yes
+villagers
+punish
+next
+think
+jar
+even
+storm
+thunder
+mocking-bird
+replied
+
+_Pages 56-59_
+cunning
+baby
+voices
+owned
+own
+mock
+
+_Pages 60-64_
+fox
+sheep
+cows
+fields
+growl
+should
+Mr.
+eaten
+cream
+
+_Pages 64-67_
+girl
+whom
+treated
+sister
+happy
+please
+covered
+really
+
+_Pages 68-70_
+troubles
+lies
+remember
+dies
+lip
+split
+
+_Pages 70-72_
+peetweet
+flies
+eagerly
+lakes
+hollows
+thirsty
+
+_Pages 72-75_
+short
+fish
+such
+easy
+ice
+frozen
+hole
+worse
+slowly
+angrily
+wish
+
+_Pages 76-78_
+wren
+king
+choose
+which
+wise
+than
+eagle
+wisest
+
+_Pages 79-82_
+often
+does
+wicked
+strange
+knife
+sharpen
+harm
+
+_Pages 83-86_
+grasshopper
+country
+Tithonus
+goddess
+Aurora
+begged
+speak
+roamed
+fairest
+immortal
+
+_Pages 86-89_
+oriole
+power
+ruler
+master
+yield
+clouds
+lightning
+may
+hornet
+
+_Pages 89-93_
+peacock
+Juno
+queen
+world
+played
+tricks
+Argus
+hundred
+Mercury
+belonged
+
+_Pages 93-95_
+bees
+tribes
+while
+honey
+
+_Pages 96-98_
+rich
+poor
+sowed
+ground
+seed
+mine
+
+_Pages 98-102_
+ants
+full
+almost
+house
+sense
+smell
+pearl
+lost
+dire
+named
+bag
+box
+bagged
+
+_Pages 103-106_
+face
+after
+top
+gaze
+side
+far-away
+
+_Pages 107-110_
+diamonds
+chief
+enemies
+stolen
+search
+mourned
+wife
+Moneta
+mother
+tears
+indeed
+
+_Pages 111-114_
+Runoia
+shyly
+true
+sweet
+kinds
+harp
+touched
+strings
+wailing
+
+_Pages 114-117_
+emeralds
+vase
+precious
+air
+India
+roll
+waves
+deepest
+
+_Pages 118-122_
+flown
+berries
+broken
+might
+spring
+willow
+spruce
+juniper
+
+_Pages 122-125_
+aspen
+guides
+swarm
+reason
+despise
+both
+anywhere
+places
+
+_Pages 125-128_
+heather
+plants
+contented
+violet
+fragrance
+daisy
+chose
+
+_Pages 128-132_
+flax
+sight
+hall
+sparkling
+gift
+spin
+weave
+linen
+Holda
+
+_Pages 133-135_
+cranberries
+meadow
+cranberry
+woods
+hominy
+
+_Pages 135-138_
+salt
+Frothi
+millstones
+grind
+gate
+rest
+weary
+ship
+else
+bottom
+
+_Pages 138-141_
+crane
+hold
+bitterly
+witch
+obey
+surely
+taken
+
+_Pages 142-145_
+Turtle
+fierce
+dare
+ready
+sure
+shields
+breast
+arms
+just
+declared
+
+_Pages 145-150_
+crocodile
+wide
+mouth
+kingdom
+calm
+swim
+suddenly
+dragged
+open
+anything
+carried
+sword
+able
+
+_Pages 150-154_
+Japan
+picture
+changing
+dragon
+island
+mean
+used
+tell
+moment
+
+_Pages 155-159_
+pass
+perhaps
+brooks
+better
+followed
+course
+hurt
+left
+enough
+felt
+pleasant
+quiet
+playmates
+forgotten
+complained
+
+_Pages 160-164_
+cousins
+quarreled
+less
+hard
+ought
+mount
+hunger
+weak
+pretty
+daughter
+
+_Pages 165-168_
+dream
+radiant
+raised
+peaks
+rough
+unkind
+stay
+spread
+message
+dropped
+
+_Pages 169-172_
+idea
+rarely
+lynx
+twice
+wolverine
+chanced
+realized
+fingers
+arched
+end
+nose
+boo-hoo
+
+_Pages 172-175_
+otter
+badger
+summit
+climb
+reach
+floor
+
+_Pages 175-179_
+snowdrop
+deeds
+muttered
+counted
+outside
+interrupted
+rumors
+whether
+tales
+gravely
+turn
+shake
+appear
+
+_Pages 179-184_
+tiny
+neither
+grove
+invisible
+discovered
+became
+blow
+fell
+deep
+try
+fallen
+
+_Pages 184-188_
+delightful
+imagined
+corner
+luxuries
+arrange
+promised
+agreed
+charming
+suppose
+stay
+invite
+invitation
+bring
+
+_Pages 188-193_
+monkey
+plan
+shook
+rather
+paws
+something
+part
+behave
+toward
+fruit
+welcome
+hungry
+
+_Pages 193-197_
+hill
+Jack
+Jill
+plenty
+pail
+especially
+game
+spilled
+tumbling
+crown
+
+_Pages 197-200_
+gather
+sticks
+to-morrow
+Sunday
+dinner
+burn
+sternly
+cook
+to-day
+Monday
+
+_Pages 200-204_
+front
+window
+twins
+kissed
+tired
+way
+hour
+frightened
+grown
+ourselves
+
+_Pages 204-209_
+fan
+lantern
+distance
+law
+months
+wives
+since
+visit
+unless
+wrapped
+paper
+folded
+under
+
+
+
+
+
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