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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 <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Wigwam Evenings</p> +<p> Sioux Folk Tales Retold</p> +<p>Author: Charles Alexander Eastman and Elaine Goodale Eastman</p> +<p>Release Date: February 16, 2009 [eBook #28099]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WIGWAM EVENINGS***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3>E-text prepared by D. Alexander, Meredith Bach,<br /> + the Carbon County Public Library (Rawlins, Wyoming),<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<div class="nanospace"> </div> +<h1>WIGWAM EVENINGS</h1> + +<h2>SIOUX FOLK TALES RETOLD</h2> + +<div class="microspace"> </div> +<h3>BY CHARLES A. EASTMAN<br /> +(<i>Ohiyesa</i>)<br /> +AND ELAINE GOODALE EASTMAN</h3> + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h4><i>Illustrated by Edwin Willard Deming</i></h4> + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h3>BOSTON<br /> +LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY<br /> +1928</h3> + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<hr /> +<h4><i>Copyright, 1909</i>,<br /> +<span class="smcap">By Little, Brown, and Company</span><br /> +<br /> +<i>All rights reserved</i></h4> + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h4><span class="smcap">Printed in the United States of America</span></h4> +<hr /> + +<div class="nanospace"> </div> +<div class="image border2" style="width: 376px; height: 550px;"> +<a name="frontis" id="frontis"></a><img src="images/ifrontis.jpg" width="376" height="550" alt="THE STRANGER WATCHES THE LAUGH-MAKER AND THE BEARS. + +[Frontispiece. See page 189" title="" /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="captionr sc">[Frontispiece. <span style="font-variant: normal;"><i>See <a href="#Page_189">page 189</a></i></span></span></div> +<div class="caption">THE STRANGER WATCHES THE LAUGH-MAKER AND THE BEARS.</div> + +<div class="nanospace"> </div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<hr /> +<div class="nanospace"> </div> +<div class="border2" style="margin-left: 28%; margin-right: 28%; padding: 2em;"> +<h3 style="font-size: 115%;"><i>BOOKS BY CHARLES A. EASTMAN</i></h3> +<br /> +<span class="smcap">Indian Boyhood</span><br /> + +<span class="smcap">From the Deep Woods to Civilization</span><br /> + +<span class="smcap">Old Indian Days</span><br /> + +<span class="smcap">Indian Scout Talks</span><br /> + +<span class="smcap">Indian Heroes and Great Chieftains</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<i>In Collaboration with ELAINE G. EASTMAN</i><br /> +<br /> +<span class="smcap">Wigwam Evenings</span> +</div> + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter">NOTE</h2> + + +<p><i>The authors wish to acknowledge the courtesy of The +Ladies' Home Journal, Good Housekeeping, and The +Woman's Home Companion, in giving permission to include +in this volume several stories which first appeared +in their pages.</i></p> + + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="microspace"> </div> +<hr /> +<h2 class="chapter">PREFACE</h2> + + +<p>These scattered leaves from the unwritten +school-book of the wilderness +have been gathered together for the +children of to-day; both as a slight +contribution to the treasures of aboriginal +folk-lore, and with the special +purpose of adapting them to the demands +of the American school and fireside. +That is to say, we have chosen +from a mass of material the shorter and +simpler stories and parts of stories, +and have not always insisted upon a +literal rendering, but taken such occasional +liberties with the originals as +seemed necessary to fit them to the +exigencies of an unlike tongue and to +the sympathies of an alien race.</p> + +<p>Nevertheless, we hope and think that +we have been able to preserve in the +main the true spirit and feeling of these +old tales—tales that have been handed +down by oral tradition alone through +many generations of simple and story-loving +people. The "Creation myths" +and others rich in meaning have been +treated very simply, as their symbolism +is too complicated for very young readers; +and much of the characteristic detail +of the rambling native story-teller +has been omitted. A story that to our +thinking is most effectively told in a +brief ten minutes is by him made to +fill a long evening by dint of minute +and realistic description of every stage +of a journey, each camp made, every +feature of a ceremony performed, and +so on indefinitely. True, the attention +of his unlettered listeners never flags; +but our sophisticated youngsters would +soon weary, we fear, of any such repetition.</p> + +<p>There are stories here of different +types, each of which has its prototype +or parallel in the nursery tales of other +nations. The animal fables of the philosophic +red man are almost as terse and +satisfying as those of Aesop, of whom +they put us strongly in mind. A little +further on we meet with brave and +fortunate heroes, and beautiful princesses, +and wicked old witches, and +magical transformations, and all the +other dear, familiar material of fairy +lore, combined with a touch that is +unfamiliar and fascinating.</p> + +<p>The "Little Boy Man," the Adam of +the Sioux, has a singular interest for +us in that he is a sort of grown-up child, +or a "Peter Pan" who never really +grows up, and whose Eve-less Eden is +a world where all the animals are his +friends and killing for any purpose is +unknown. Surely the red man's secret +ideal must have been not war, but peace! +The elements, indeed, are shown to be +at war, as in the battle between Heat +and Frost, or that of the mighty Thunder +and the monstrous Deep; but let +it be noted here that these conflicts are +far more poetic and less bloody than +those of Jack the Giant-killer and other +redoubtable heroes of the Anglo-Saxon +nursery.</p> + +<p>The animal loves are strange—perhaps +even repellent; yet our children +have read of a prince who falls in love +with a White Cat; in the story of "The +Runaways" we come upon the old, +old ruse of magic barriers interposed +between pursuer and pursued; and +Andersen's charming fantasy of "The +Woodcutter's Child" who disobeyed her +Guardian Angel has scarcely a more +delicate pathos than the "Ghost +Wife."</p> + +<p>There are, to be sure, certain characters +in this forest wonder-world that +are purely and unmistakably Indian; +yet after all Unk-to-mee, the sly one, +whose adventures are endless, may be +set beside quaint "Brer Fox" of Negro +folk-lore, and Chan-o-te-dah is obviously +an Indian brownie or gnome, while +monstrous E-ya and wicked Double-Face +re-incarnate the cannibal giants +of our nursery days. Real children +everywhere have lively imaginations that +feed upon such robust marvels as these; +and in many of us elders, I hope, enough +of the child is left to find pleasure in a +literature so vital, so human in its appeal, +and one that, old as it is, has for the +most part never until now put on the +self-consciousness of type.</p> + +<p>The stories are more particularly intended +to be read beside an open fire +to children of five years old and upward, +or in the school-room by the nine, ten, +eleven-year-olds in the corresponding +grades.</p> + +<div class="right" style="margin-top: 1em;">E. G. E.</div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" summary="table of contents" width="56%"> +<tr><td align="left" class="stext">EVENINGS</td><td></td><td align="right" class="stext">PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">First</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Buffalo and the Field-mouse</td><td align="right"><a href="#FIRST_EVENING">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Second</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Frogs and the Crane</td><td align="right"><a href="#SECOND_EVENING">15</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Third</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Eagle and the Beaver</td><td align="right"><a href="#THIRD_EVENING">25</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Fourth</td><td align="left" class="sc">The War Party</td><td align="right"><a href="#FOURTH_EVENING">31</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Fifth</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Falcon and the Duck</td><td align="right"><a href="#FIFTH_EVENING">39</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Sixth</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Raccoon and the Bee-tree</td><td align="right"><a href="#SIXTH_EVENING">49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Seventh</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Badger and the Bear</td><td align="right"><a href="#SEVENTH_EVENING">61</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Eighth</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Good-luck Token</td><td align="right"><a href="#EIGHTH_EVENING">71</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Ninth</td><td align="left" class="sc">Unktomee and his Bundle of Songs</td><td align="right"><a href="#NINTH_EVENING">79</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Tenth</td><td align="left" class="sc">Unktomee and the Elk</td><td align="right"><a href="#TENTH_EVENING">89</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Eleventh</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Festival of the Little People</td><td align="right"><a href="#ELEVENTH_EVENING">99</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Twelfth</td><td align="left" class="sc">Eya the Devourer</td><td align="right"><a href="#TWELFTH_EVENING">107</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Thirteenth</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Wars of Wa-Kee-Yan and Unk-Tay-Hee</td><td align="right"><a href="#THIRTEENTH_EVENING">115</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Fourteenth</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Little Boy Man</td><td align="right"><a href="#FOURTEENTH_EVENING">123</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Fifteenth</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Return of the Little Boy Man</td><td align="right"><a href="#FIFTEENTH_EVENING">131</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Sixteenth</td><td align="left" class="sc">The First Battle</td><td align="right"><a href="#SIXTEENTH_EVENING">139</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Seventeenth</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Beloved of the Sun</td><td align="right"><a href="#SEVENTEENTH_EVENING">147</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Eighteenth</td><td align="left" class="sc">Wood-Chopper and Berry-picker</td><td align="right"><a href="#EIGHTEENTH_EVENING">155</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Nineteenth</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Son-in-law</td><td align="right"><a href="#NINETEENTH_EVENING">165</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Twentieth</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Comrades</td><td align="right"><a href="#TWENTIETH_EVENING">175</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Twenty-first</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Laugh-maker</td><td align="right"><a href="#TWENTY-FIRST_EVENING">185</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Twenty-second</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Runaways</td><td align="right"><a href="#TWENTY-SECOND_EVENING">193</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Twenty-third</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Girl Who Married the Star</td><td align="right"><a href="#TWENTY-THIRD_EVENING">203</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Twenty-fourth</td><td align="left" class="sc">North Wind and Star Boy</td><td align="right"><a href="#TWENTY-FOURTH_EVENING">211</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Twenty-fifth</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Ten Virgins</td><td align="right"><a href="#TWENTY-FIFTH_EVENING">221</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Twenty-sixth</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Magic Arrows</td><td align="right"><a href="#TWENTY-SIXTH_EVENING">231</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Twenty-seventh</td><td align="left" class="sc">The Ghost-Wife</td><td align="right"><a href="#TWENTY-SEVENTH_EVENING">243</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="list of illustrations" width="54%"> +<tr><td align="left"></td><td align="right" class="stext">PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">The Stranger Watches the Laugh-maker and the Bears</td><td align="right"><i><a href="#frontis">Frontispiece</a></i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Smoky Day Telling Tales of Old Days around his Fire</td><td align="right"><a href="#i5">5</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Just then a Fox Crept Up Behind the Crane</td><td align="right"><a href="#i23">23</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">The Falcon chases the old Drake</td><td align="right"><a href="#i43">43</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">"Come down, friends!" called the Raccoon</td><td align="right"><a href="#i54">54</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">So they ran and they ran out of the woods on to the shining white beach</td><td align="right"><a href="#i57">57</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">"I would not trouble you," said he, "but my little folks are starving"</td><td align="right"><a href="#i67">67</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">"Oh, that is only a bundle of old songs," replied Unktomee</td><td align="right"><a href="#i83">83</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Tanagela and her little brother</td><td align="right"><a href="#i91">91</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">With his long spear he stabbed each of the monsters</td><td align="right"><a href="#i129">129</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">He came to a little hut where lived an old Bear</td><td align="right"><a href="#i162">162</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">"Do not shoot a white deer when you see him coming toward you"</td><td align="right"><a href="#i171">171</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">They stood thus with their beaks touching over the stream</td><td align="right"><a href="#i200">200</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">Star Boy attacked by Hinhan, the Owl</td><td align="right"><a href="#i215">215</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">She took up handsful of ashes to throw into their faces</td><td align="right"><a href="#i227">227</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">He offered up the body as a sacrifice</td><td align="right"><a href="#i235">235</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">At the touch of his magic arrow, it fell at his feet</td><td align="right"><a href="#i240">240</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" class="sc">He was once seen with several Deer about him, petting and handling them</td><td align="right"><a href="#i247">247</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<hr /> +<div> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></div> + +<h2 class="chapter3">FIRST EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE BUFFALO AND THE FIELD-MOUSE</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></div> +<hr /> + +<div class="nanospace"> </div> +<h1>WIGWAM EVENINGS</h1> + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="FIRST_EVENING" id="FIRST_EVENING"></a>FIRST EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="upper">he</span> cold December moon is just<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span> +showing above the tree-tops, +pointing a white finger here +and there at the clustered teepees of the +Sioux, while opposite their winter camp +on the lake shore a lonely, wooded +island is spread like a black buffalo +robe between the white, snow-covered +ice and the dull gray sky.</p> + +<p>All by itself at the further end of the +village stands the teepee of Smoky Day, +the old story-teller, the school-master +of the woods. The paths that lead to +this low brown wigwam are well beaten; +deep, narrow trails, like sheep paths,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +in the hard-frozen snow.</p> + +<p>To-night a generous fire of logs gives +both warmth and light inside the teepee, +and the old man is calmly filling his long, +red pipe for the smoke of meditation, +when the voices and foot-steps of several +children are distinctly heard through +the stillness of the winter night.</p> + +<p>The door-flap is raised, and the nine-year-old +Tanagela, the Humming-bird, +slips in first, with her roguish black +eyes and her shy smile.</p> + +<p>"Grandmother, we have come to hear +a story," she murmurs. "I have brought +you a sun-dried buffalo-tongue, grandmother!"</p> + +<div class="microspace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></div> +<div class="image border2" style="width: 570px; height: 384px;"> +<a name="i5" id="i5"></a><img src="images/i005.jpg" width="570" height="384" alt="SMOKY DAY TELLING TALES OF OLD DAYS AROUND HIS FIRE. + +Page 5" title="" /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="captionr">Page 5</span> +</div> +<div class="caption">SMOKY DAY TELLING TALES OF OLD DAYS AROUND HIS FIRE.</div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="microspace"> </div> + +<p>One by one the little people of the +village follow her, and all seat themselves +on the ground about the central +fire until the circle is well filled. Then +the old man lays down his pipe, clears +his throat once or twice and begins in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> +a serious voice:</p> + +<p>"These old stories for which you ask +teach us the way of life, my grandchildren. +The Great-Grandfather of +all made us all; therefore we are brothers.</p> + +<p>"In many of the stories the people +have a common language, which now the +Great Mystery has taken away from us, +and has put a barrier between us and +them, so that we can no longer converse +together and understand the speech of +the animal people.</p> + +<p>"Observe, further, that silence is +greater than speech. This is why we +honor the animals, who are more silent +than man, and we reverence the trees +and rocks, where the Great Mystery +lives undisturbed, in a peace that is +never broken.</p> + +<p>"Let no one ask a question until +the story is finished."</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE BUFFALO AND THE FIELD-MOUSE</div> + +<p>Once upon a time, when the Field-Mouse<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +was out gathering wild beans +for the winter, his neighbor, the Buffalo, +came down to graze in the meadow. +This the little Mouse did not like, for +he knew that the other would mow +down all the long grass with his prickly +tongue, and there would be no place +in which to hide. He made up his mind +to offer battle like a man.</p> + +<p>"Ho, Friend Buffalo, I challenge you +to a fight!" he exclaimed in a small, +squeaking voice.</p> + +<p>The Buffalo paid no attention, no +doubt thinking it only a joke. The +Mouse angrily repeated the challenge, and +still his enemy went on quietly grazing. +Then the little Mouse laughed with +contempt as he offered his defiance. +The Buffalo at last looked at him and +replied carelessly:</p> + +<p>"You had better keep still, little one,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> +or I shall come over there and step on +you, and there will be nothing left!"</p> + +<p>"You can't do it!" replied the Mouse.</p> + +<p>"I tell you to keep still," insisted the +Buffalo, who was getting angry. "If +you speak to me again, I shall certainly +come and put an end to you!"</p> + +<p>"I dare you to do it!" said the +Mouse, provoking him.</p> + +<p>Thereupon the other rushed upon him. +He trampled the grass clumsily and tore +up the earth with his front hoofs. When +he had ended, he looked for the Mouse, +but he could not see him anywhere.</p> + +<p>"I told you I would step on you, and +there would be nothing left!" he muttered.</p> + +<p>Just then he felt a scratching inside +his right ear. He shook his head as +hard as he could, and twitched his ears +back and forth. The gnawing went<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +deeper and deeper until he was half wild +with the pain. He pawed with his hoofs +and tore up the sod with his horns. +Bellowing madly, he ran as fast as he +could, first straight forward and then +in circles, but at last he stopped and +stood trembling. Then the Mouse jumped +out of his ear, and said:</p> + +<p>"Will you own now that I am master?"</p> + +<p>"No!" bellowed the Buffalo, and +again he started toward the Mouse, as +if to trample him under his feet. The +little fellow was nowhere to be seen, +but in a minute the Buffalo felt him in +the other ear. Once more he became +wild with pain, and ran here and there +over the prairie, at times leaping high +in the air. At last he fell to the ground +and lay quite still. The Mouse came +out of his ear, and stood proudly upon +his dead body.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Eho!" said he, "I have killed the +greatest of all beasts. This will show +to all that I am master!"</p> + +<p>Standing upon the body of the dead +Buffalo, he called loudly for a knife with +which to dress his game.</p> + +<p>In another part of the meadow, Red +Fox, very hungry, was hunting mice for +his breakfast. He saw one and jumped +upon him with all four feet, but the little +Mouse got away, and he was dreadfully +disappointed.</p> + +<p>All at once he thought he heard a +distant call: "Bring a knife! Bring +a knife!"</p> + +<p>When the second call came, Red Fox +started in the direction of the sound. +At the first knoll he stopped and listened, +but hearing nothing more, he +was about to go back. Just then he +heard the call plainly, but in a very thin +voice, "Bring a knife!" Red Fox immediately<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +set out again and ran as fast +as he could.</p> + +<p>By and by he came upon the huge body +of the Buffalo lying upon the ground. +The little Mouse still stood upon the +body.</p> + +<p>"I want you to dress this Buffalo +for me and I will give you some of the +meat," commanded the Mouse.</p> + +<p>"Thank you, my friend, I shall be +glad to do this for you," he replied, +politely.</p> + +<p>The Fox dressed the Buffalo, while +the Mouse sat upon a mound near by, +looking on and giving his orders. "You +must cut the meat into small pieces," +he said to the Fox. When the Fox had +finished his work, the Mouse paid him +with a small piece of liver. He swallowed +it quickly and smacked his lips.</p> + +<p>"Please, may I have another piece?" +he asked quite humbly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Why, I gave you a very large piece! +How greedy you are!" exclaimed the +Mouse. "You may have some of the +blood clots," he sneered. So the poor +Fox took the blood clots and even licked +off the grass. He was really very hungry.</p> + +<p>"Please may I take home a piece of +the meat?" he begged. "I have six +little folks at home, and there is nothing +for them to eat."</p> + +<p>"You can take the four feet of the +Buffalo. That ought to be enough for +all of you!"</p> + +<p>"Hi, hi! Thank you, thank you!" +said the Fox. "But, Mouse, I have a +wife also, and we have had bad luck +in hunting. We are almost starved. +Can't you spare me a little more?"</p> + +<p>"Why," declared the Mouse, "I have +already overpaid you for the little work +you have done. However, you can take +the head, too!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p> + +<p>Thereupon the Fox jumped upon the +Mouse, who gave one faint squeak and +disappeared.</p> + +<p><i>If you are proud and selfish you will +lose all in the end.</i></p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></div> + +<h2 class="chapter3">SECOND EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE FROGS AND THE CRANE</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></div> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="SECOND_EVENING" id="SECOND_EVENING"></a>SECOND EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper">gain</span> the story-hour is come,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> +and the good old wife of the +legend-teller has made her poor +home as warm and pleasant as may be, +in expectation of their guests. She is +proud of her husband's honorable position +as the village teacher, and makes +all the children welcome, as they arrive, +with her shrill-voiced, cheerful greeting:</p> + +<p>"Han, han; sit down, sit down; that +is right, that is very right, my grandchild!"</p> + +<p>To-night the Humming-bird has come +leading by the hand her small brother, +who stumbles along in his fringed, leathern +leggings and handsomely beaded +moccasins, his chubby, solemn face finished +off with two long, black braids<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +tied with strips of otter-skin. As he is +inclined to be restless and to talk out +of season, she keeps him close beside her.</p> + +<p>"It is cold to-night!" he pipes up +suddenly when all is quiet. "Why do +we not listen to these stories in the warm +summer-time, elder sister?"</p> + +<p>"Hush, my little brother!" Tanagela +reproves him with a frightened look. +"Have you never heard that if the old +stories are told in summer, the snakes +will creep into our beds?" she whispers +fearfully.</p> + +<p>"That is true, my granddaughter," +assents the old man. "Yet we may tell +a legend of summer days to comfort +the heart of the small brother!"</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE FROGS AND THE CRANE</div> + +<p>In the heart of the woods there lay a +cool, green pond. The shores of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +pond were set with ranks of tall bulrushes +that waved crisply in the wind, +and in the shallow bays there were fleets +of broad water lily leaves. Among the +rushes and reeds and in the quiet water +there dwelt a large tribe of Frogs.</p> + +<p>On every warm night of spring, the +voices of the Frogs arose in a cheerful +chorus. Some voices were low and deep—these +were the oldest and wisest of +the Frogs; at least, they were old enough +to have learned wisdom. Some were +high and shrill, and these were the voices +of the little Frogs who did not like to +be reminded of the days when they +had tails and no legs.</p> + +<p>"Kerrump! kerrump! I'm chief of this +pond!" croaked a very large bullfrog, +sitting in the shade of a water lily leaf.</p> + +<p>"Kerrump! kerrump! I'm chief of +this pond!" replied a hoarse voice from +the opposite bank.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Kerrump! kerrump! I'm chief of +this pond!" boasted a third old Frog +from the furthest shore of the pond.</p> + +<p>Now a long-legged white Crane was +standing near by, well hidden by the +coarse grass that grew at the water's +edge. He was very hungry that evening, +and when he heard the deep voice of +the first Bullfrog he stepped briskly +up to him and made a quick pass under +the broad leaf with his long, cruel bill. +The old Frog gave a frightened croak, +and kicked violently in his efforts to +get away, while over the quiet pond, +splash! splash! went the startled little +Frogs into deep water.</p> + +<p>The Crane almost had him, when something +cold and slimy wound itself about +one of his legs. He drew back for a +second, and the Frog got safely away! +But the Crane did not lose his dinner +after all, for about his leg was curled<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +a large black water snake, and that made +a fair meal.</p> + +<p>Now he rested awhile on one leg, and +listened. The first Frog was silent, but +from the opposite bank the second Frog +croaked boastfully:</p> + +<p>"Kerrump! kerrump! I'm chief of +this pond!"</p> + +<p>The Crane began to be hungry again. +He went round the pond without making +any noise, and pounced upon the second +Frog, who was sitting up in plain sight, +swelling his chest with pride, for he +really thought now that he was the sole +chief of the pond.</p> + +<p>The Crane's head and most of his long +neck disappeared under the water, and +all over the pond the little Frogs went +splash! splash! into the deepest holes +to be out of the way.</p> + +<p>Just as he had the Frog by one hind +leg, the Crane saw something that made<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +him let go, flap his broad wings and fly +awkwardly away to the furthest shore. +It was a mink, with his slender brown +body and wicked eyes, and he had crept +very close to the Crane, hoping to seize +him at his meal! So the second Frog got +away too; but he was so dreadfully +frightened that he never spoke again.</p> + +<p>After a long time the Crane got over +his fright and he became very hungry +once more. The pond had been still +so long that many of the Frogs were +singing their pleasant chorus, and above +them all there boomed the deep voice +of the third and last Bullfrog, saying:</p> + +<p>"Kerrump! kerrump! I'm chief of +this pond!"</p> + +<p>The Crane stood not far from the +boaster, and he determined to silence +him once for all. The next time he began +to speak, he had barely said "Kerrump!" +when the Crane had him by the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +leg. He croaked and struggled in vain, +and in another moment he would have +gone down the Crane's long throat.</p> + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="image"> +<a name="i23" id="i23"></a><img src="images/i023.jpg" width="385" height="326" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + +<p>But just then a Fox crept up behind +the Crane and seized <i>him</i>! The Crane +let go the Frog and was carried off +screaming into the woods for the Fox's +supper. So the third Frog got away;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +but he was badly lamed by the Crane's +strong bill, and he never dared to open +his mouth again.</p> + +<p><i>It is not a wise thing to boast too +loudly.</i></p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></div> + +<h2 class="chapter3">THIRD EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE EAGLE AND THE BEAVER</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="THIRD_EVENING" id="THIRD_EVENING"></a>THIRD EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">N</span><span class="upper">o,</span> elder sister, it is not for a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +hunter and a brave to fetch +wood for the lodge fire! That +is woman's task, and it is not right that +you should ask it of me."</p> + +<p>"But see, my younger brother, you +are only a small boy and can neither +hunt nor fight; surely, therefore, it is +well for you to help our mother at +home!"</p> + +<p>The two children, Wasula and Chatanna, +as they draw near the old story-teller's +wigwam, are carrying on a dispute +that has arisen between them earlier +in the evening, when dry sticks were to +be gathered for cooking the supper, +and Chatanna, aged seven, refused to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +help his sister on the ground that it is +not a warrior's duty to provide wood. +Both appeal to their teacher to settle +the question.</p> + +<p>"Hun, hun, hay!" good-naturedly +exclaims the old man. "Truly, there +is much to be said on both sides; but +perhaps you can agree more easily after +you have heard my story."</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE EAGLE AND THE BEAVER</div> + +<p>Out of the quiet blue sky there shot +like an arrow the great War-eagle. Beside +the clear brown stream an old +Beaver-woman was busily chopping +wood. Yet she was not too busy to +catch the whir of descending wings, and +the Eagle reached too late the spot +where she had vanished in the midst of +the shining pool.</p> + +<p>He perched sullenly upon a dead tree<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> +near by and kept his eyes steadily upon +the smooth sheet of water above the +dam.</p> + +<p>After a time the water was gently +stirred and a sleek, brown head cautiously +appeared above it.</p> + +<p>"What right have you," reproached +the Beaver-woman, "to disturb thus +the mother of a peaceful and hard-working +people?"</p> + +<p>"Ugh, I am hungry," the Eagle replied +shortly.</p> + +<p>"Then why not do as we do—let +other folks alone and work for a living?"</p> + +<p>"That is all very well for you," +the Eagle retorted, "but not everybody +can cut down trees with his teeth, or +live upon bark and weeds in a mud-plastered +wigwam. I am a warrior, +not an old woman!"</p> + +<p>"It is true that some people are born +trouble-makers," returned the Beaver,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +quietly. "Yet I see no good reason +why you, as well as we, should not be +content with plain fare and willing to +toil for what you want. My work, +moreover, is of use to others besides +myself and family, for with my dam-building +I deepen the stream for the use +of all the dwellers therein, while you +are a terror to all living creatures that +are weaker than yourself. You would +do well to profit by my example."</p> + +<p>So saying, she dove down again to the +bottom of the pool.</p> + +<p>The Eagle waited patiently for a long +time, but he saw nothing more of her; and +so, in spite of his contempt for the harmless +industry of an old Beaver-woman, +it was he, not she, who was obliged to +go hungry that morning.</p> + +<p><i>Pride alone will not fill the stomach.</i></p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></div> + +<h2 class="chapter3">FOURTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE WAR-PARTY</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="FOURTH_EVENING" id="FOURTH_EVENING"></a>FOURTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="upper">here</span> is no greater rudeness<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +than to interrupt a story-teller, +even by the slightest movement. +All Sioux children are drilled in this +rule of behavior, as in many others, from +their earliest babyhood, and old Smoky +Day has seldom to complain of any lack +of attention. Even Teona and Waola, +active boys of eleven and twelve, and +already daring hunters, would be ashamed +to draw upon themselves by word or +motion the reproving looks of their +mates. A disturbance so serious as to +deserve the notice of the old teacher +himself would disgrace them all!</p> + +<p>"Although we shall hear again of the +animal people," he begins pleasantly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +but with due gravity, "and even of +some who are not animals at all, we +must remember that each of these warriors +of whom I shall tell you really +represents a man, and the special weakness +of each should remind us to inquire +of our own weakness. In this life, +it is often the slow one who wins in the +end; and this we shall now see!"</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE WAR-PARTY</div> + +<p>One day the Turtle made ready to +go upon the war-path. His comrades +who wished to go with him were Live +Coals, Ashes, the Bulrush, the Grasshopper, +the Dragonfly and the Pickerel. +All seven warriors went on in good +spirits to the first camp, where a strong +wind arose in the early morning and +blew the Ashes away.</p> + +<p>"Iho!" exclaimed the others, "this +one was no warrior!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p> + +<p>The six kept on their way, and the +second day they came to a river. There +Live Coals perished at the crossing. +"S-s-s," he said, and was gone!</p> + +<p>"Ah!" declared the five, "it is easy +to see that he could not fight!"</p> + +<p>On the further side of the river they +looked back, and saw that the Bulrush +had stayed behind. He stood still and +waved his hand to the others, who +grumbled among themselves, saying:</p> + +<p>"He was no true brave, that one!"</p> + +<p>The four who were left went on till +they came to a swampy place, and there +the Grasshopper stuck fast. In his +struggles to get out of the bog he pulled +both legs off, and so there were only +three to go upon the war-path!</p> + +<p>The Dragonfly mourned for his friend. +He cried bitterly, and finally blew his +nose so hard that his slender neck broke +in two.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Ah!" declared the other two, "we +are better off without those feeble ones!"</p> + +<p>The Pickerel and the Turtle, being +left alone, advanced bravely into the +country of the enemy. At the head of +the lake they were met and quickly +surrounded. The Pickerel escaped by +swimming, but the Turtle, that slow one, +was caught!</p> + +<p>They took him to the village, and +there the head men held a council to +decide what should be done with him.</p> + +<p>"We will build a fire and roast him +alive in the midst of it," one proposed.</p> + +<p>"Hi-i-i!" the Turtle shrilled his war-cry. +"That is the brave death I would +choose! I shall trample the fire, and +scatter live coals among the people!"</p> + +<p>"No," declared another, "we will +boil water and throw him into the pot!"</p> + +<p>"Hi-i-i!" again cried the Turtle. "I +shall dance in the boiling pot, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> +clouds of steam will arise to blind the eyes +of the people!"</p> + +<p>The counsellors looked doubtfully at +one another, and at last one said:</p> + +<p>"Why not carry him out to the middle +of the lake and drown him?"</p> + +<p>Then the Turtle drew in his head and +became silent.</p> + +<p>"Alas!" he groaned, "that is the +only death I fear!"</p> + +<p>So the people took him in a canoe, +and rowed out to the middle of the lake. +There they dropped him in, and he sank +like a stone!</p> + +<p>But the next minute he came up to +the top of the water and again uttered +his war-cry.</p> + +<p>"Hi-i-i!" he cried. "Now I am at +home!" And he dived and swam wherever +he would.</p> + +<p>This story teaches us that <i>patience +and quick wit are better than speed</i>.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></div> + +<h2 class="chapter3">FIFTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE FALCON AND THE DUCK</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></div> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="FIFTH_EVENING" id="FIFTH_EVENING"></a>FIFTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="upper">he</span> boaster is a well-known character<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> +in every Indian village; +and it is quite plain from the +number of stories warning us against +self-praise, that the wise men of the tribe +have not been slow to discover and point +out this weakness of their people.</p> + +<p>The stories told by Smoky Day are +seldom without a moral, and we may +be sure that the children are not sent +to him only to be entertained, but also +to learn and profit by the stored-up +wisdom of the past. Moreover, they are +expected afterward to repeat the tales +in the family circle, and there is much +rivalry among the little folks as to who +shall tell them best. Teona has a good<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +memory and ready wit, and his versions +are commonly received with approval, +but it happens that little Tanagela, his +cousin, has just won a triumph by her +sprightly way of telling the fourth evening's +tale of the seven warriors. The +little maid listens to-night with burning +cheeks and shining eyes, eager to repeat +her success with the pretty story of</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE FALCON AND THE DUCK</div> + +<p>The wintry winds had already begun to +whistle and the waves to rise when the +Drake and his mate gathered their half-grown +brood together on the shores +of their far northern lake.</p> + +<p>"Wife," said he, "it is now time to +take the children southward, to the +Warm Countries which they have never +yet seen!"</p> + +<p>Very early the next morning they +set out on their long journey, forming<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +a great V against the sky in their flight. +The mother led her flock and the father +brought up the rear, keeping a sharp +lookout for stragglers.</p> + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="image"> +<a name="i43" id="i43"></a><img src="images/i043.jpg" width="374" height="331" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + +<p>All day they flew high in the keen +air, over wide prairies and great forests of +northern pine, until toward evening they +saw below them a chain of lakes, glittering +like a string of dark-blue stones.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +Swinging round in a half circle, they +dropped lower and lower, ready to alight +and rest upon the smooth surface of the +nearest lake.</p> + +<p>Suddenly their leader heard a whizz +sound like that of a bullet as it cuts the +air, and she quickly gave the warning: +"Honk! honk! Danger, danger!" All +descended in dizzy spirals, but as the +great Falcon swooped toward them with +upraised wing, the ducklings scattered +wildly hither and thither. The old +Drake came last, and it was he who +was struck!</p> + +<p>"Honk, honk!" cried all the Ducks +in terror, and for a minute the air was +full of soft downy feathers like flakes +of snow. But the force of the blow +was lost upon the well-cushioned body +of the Drake, he soon got over his fright +and went on his way southward with +his family, while the Falcon dropped<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +heavily to the water's edge with a broken +wing.</p> + +<p>There he stayed and hunted mice +as best he could from day to day, sleeping +at night in a hollow log to be out +of the way of the Fox and the Weasel. +All the wit he had was not too much +whereby to keep himself alive through +the long, hard winter.</p> + +<p>Toward spring, however, the Falcon's +wing had healed and he could fly a little, +though feebly. The sun rose higher and +higher in the blue heavens, and the +Ducks began to return to their cool +northern home. Every day a flock or +two flew over the lake; but the Falcon +dared not charge upon the flocks, much +as he wished to do so. He was weak +with hunger, and afraid to trust to the +strength of the broken wing.</p> + +<p>One fine day a chattering flock of +Mallards alighted quite near him, cool<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span>ing +their glossy breasts upon the gentle +rippling wave.</p> + +<p>"Here, children," boasted an old +Drake, "is the very spot where your +father was charged upon last autumn +by a cruel Falcon! I can tell you that +it took all my skill and quickness in +dodging to save my life. Best of all, +our fierce enemy dropped to the ground +with a broken wing! Doubtless he is +long since dead of starvation, or else +a Fox or a Mink has made a meal of +the wicked creature!"</p> + +<p>By these words the Falcon knew his old +enemy, and his courage returned.</p> + +<p>"Nevertheless, I am still here!" he +exclaimed, and darted like a flash upon +the unsuspecting old Drake, who was +resting and telling of his exploit and +narrow escape with the greatest pride +and satisfaction.</p> + +<p>"Honk! honk!" screamed all the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +Ducks, and they scattered and whirled +upward like the dead leaves in autumn; +but the Falcon with sure aim selected +the old Drake and gave swift chase. +Round and round in dizzy spirals they +swung together, till with a quick spurt +the Falcon struck the shining, outstretched +neck of the other, and snapped +it with one powerful blow of his reunited +wing.</p> + +<p><i>Do not exult too soon; nor is it wise to +tell of your brave deeds within the hearing +of your enemy.</i></p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></div> + +<h2 class="chapter3">SIXTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE RACCOON AND THE BEE-TREE</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="SIXTH_EVENING" id="SIXTH_EVENING"></a>SIXTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper">o,</span> Chatanna," says the old<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +story-teller, pleasantly, "I see +that you have brought Mato, +the Bear, with you to-night! I hope he +will be good and not disturb the other +scholars."</p> + +<p>"Grandfather," says Chatanna, earnestly, +"he will be good. He obeys me, +and is never troublesome like some pets. +He will lie quietly here by me and listen +to the story!"</p> + +<p>All the children range themselves +around the brightly burning fire, the +little boys sitting cross-legged, and the +girls sideways, like demure little women.</p> + +<p>Although they do not know it yet, +there is a special treat in store for them<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> +all this evening. The story is one in +which feasting plays a part, and whenever +good things to eat come into a +story, it is a pleasant custom of the +Sioux to offer some delicacy.</p> + +<p>The good old wife of the teacher has +prepared a kettle full of her choicest +wild rice, dark in color but of a flavor +to be remembered, and a generous dish +of boiled rice sprinkled with maple-sugar +is passed to each child, (and doubtless +shared with Mato by his loving +friend,) at the close of the story about</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE RACCOON AND THE BEE-TREE</div> + +<p>The Raccoon had been asleep all day +in the snug hollow of a tree. The dusk +was coming on when he awoke, stretched +himself once or twice, and jumping +down from the top of the tall, dead +stump in which he made his home, set +out to look for his supper.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> + +<p>In the midst of the woods there was +a lake, and all along the lake shore +there rang out the alarm cries of the +water people as the Raccoon came nearer +and nearer.</p> + +<p>First the Swan gave a scream of warning. +The Crane repeated the cry, and +from the very middle of the lake the +Loon, swimming low, took it up and +echoed it back over the still water.</p> + +<p>The Raccoon sped merrily on, and +finding no unwary bird that he could +seize he picked up a few mussel-shells +from the beach, cracked them neatly +and ate the sweet meat.</p> + +<p>A little further on, as he was leaping +hither and thither through the long, +tangled meadow grass, he landed with +all four feet on a family of Skunks—father, +mother and twelve little ones, +who were curled up sound asleep in a +soft bed of broken dry grass.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Huh!" exclaimed the father Skunk. +"What do you mean by this, eh?" +And he stood looking at him defiantly.</p> + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="image"> +<a name="i54" id="i54"></a><img src="images/i054.jpg" width="460" height="348" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + +<p>"Oh, excuse me, excuse me," begged +the Raccoon. "I am very sorry. I did +not mean to do it! I was just running +along and I did not see you at all."</p> + +<p>"Better be careful where you step next +time," grumbled the Skunk, and the +Raccoon was glad to hurry on.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> + +<p>Running up a tall tree he came upon +two red Squirrels in one nest, but before +he could get his paws upon one of them +they were scolding angrily from the +topmost bough.</p> + +<p>"Come down, friends!" called the +Raccoon. "What are you doing up +there? Why, I wouldn't harm you for +anything!"</p> + +<p>"Ugh, you can't fool us," chattered +the Squirrels, and the Raccoon went on.</p> + +<p>Deep in the woods, at last, he found +a great hollow tree which attracted him +by a peculiar sweet smell. He sniffed +and sniffed, and went round and round +till he saw something trickling down a +narrow crevice. He tasted it and it was +deliciously sweet.</p> + +<p>He ran up the tree and down again, +and at last found an opening into which +he could thrust his paw. He brought it +out covered with honey!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> + +<p>Now the Raccoon was happy. He +ate and scooped, and scooped and ate +the golden, trickling honey with both +forepaws till his pretty, pointed face was +daubed all over.</p> + +<p>Suddenly he tried to get a paw into +his ear. Something hurt him terribly +just then, and the next minute his sensitive +nose was frightfully stung. He +rubbed his face with both sticky paws. +The sharp stings came thicker and faster, +and he wildly clawed the air. At last +he forgot to hold on to the branch any +longer, and with a screech he tumbled +to the ground.</p> + +<p>There he rolled and rolled on the dead +leaves till he was covered with leaves +from head to foot, for they stuck to his +fine, sticky fur, and most of all they covered +his eyes and his striped face. Mad +with fright and pain he dashed through +the forest calling to some one of his own +kind to come to his aid.</p> + +<div class="microspace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></div> +<div class="image border2" style="width: 390px; height: 570px;"> +<a name="i57" id="i57"></a><img src="images/i057.jpg" width="390" height="570" alt="SO THEY RAN AND THEY RAN OUT OF THE WOODS ON TO THE +SHINING WHITE BEACH." title="" /> +<span class="caption"><span style="font-size: 90%;">SO THEY RAN AND THEY RAN OUT OF THE WOODS ON TO THE +SHINING WHITE BEACH.</span></span> +</div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="microspace"> </div> + +<p style="margin-top: 1em;">The moon was now bright, and many<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +of the woods people were abroad. A +second Raccoon heard the call and went +to meet it. But when he saw a frightful +object plastered with dry leaves racing +madly toward him he turned and ran +for his life, for he did not know what +this thing might be.</p> + +<p>The Raccoon who had been stealing +the honey ran after him as fast as he +could, hoping to overtake and beg the +other to help him get rid of his leaves.</p> + +<p>So they ran and they ran out of the +woods on to the shining white beach +around the lake. Here a Fox met them, +but after one look at the queer object +which was chasing the frightened Raccoon +he too turned and ran at his best +speed.</p> + +<p>Presently a young Bear came loping out<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +of the wood and sat up on his haunches +to see them go by. But when he got a +good look at the Raccoon who was +plastered with dead leaves, he scrambled +up a tree to be out of the way.</p> + +<p>By this time the poor Raccoon was so +frantic that he scarcely knew what he +was doing. He ran up the tree after +the Bear and got hold of his tail.</p> + +<p>"Woo, woo!" snarled the Bear, and +the Raccoon let go. He was tired out +and dreadfully ashamed. He did now +what he ought to have done at the very +first—he jumped into the lake and +washed off most of the leaves. Then he +got back to his hollow tree and curled +himself up and licked and licked his +soft fur till he had licked himself clean, +and then he went to sleep.</p> + +<p><i>The midnight hunter steals at his own +risk.</i></p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></div> + +<h2 class="chapter3">SEVENTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE BADGER AND THE BEAR</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="SEVENTH_EVENING" id="SEVENTH_EVENING"></a>SEVENTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="upper">he</span> night is cold and clear, with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +a full moon overhead, and soon +after supper Tanagela appears +in her snug doeskin gown and warm +robe of the same, tanned with the hair +on, drawing her little brother in a great +turtle-shell over the crusty snow.</p> + +<p>Old Smoky Day laughs heartily at +the sight, standing just outside his teepee +door to watch for the coming of the children. +Nor is this all, for in the wake +of this pair comes another dragging a +rude sled made of a buffalo's ribs, well +covered with soft furs, while still another +has borrowed his mother's large +raw-hide for the occasion. After their +frolicsome ride through the brightly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> +lighted village, they are all in a happy +mood, ready to listen to the interesting +story of</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE BADGER AND THE BEAR</div> + +<p>The Badger lived in a little house +under the hill and it was warm and snug. +Here, too, lived mother Badger and the +little Badgers, and they were fat and +merry, for the gray old Badger was a +famous hunter. Folks said he must have +a magic art in making arrows, since he +never failed to bring in meat enough +and to spare!</p> + +<p>One day, father Badger stayed at home +to make new arrows. His wife was busy +slicing and drying the meat left over +from the hunt of the day before, while +the little ones played at hide-and-go-seek +about the lodge.</p> + +<p>All at once, a big, clumsy shape darkened +the low doorway. The children<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +hid their faces in fear, but father Badger +got up and welcomed the stranger kindly. +He was a large black Bear. His shaggy +skin hung loosely, and his little red eyes +turned hungrily on the strips of good meat +hung up to dry.</p> + +<p>"Ho! Be seated, friend!" said the +old Badger. He lighted and passed the +long pipe, while his wife at once broiled +a thick slice of savory venison over the +coals and offered it to their guest in a +wooden basin. The Bear ate like a +starving man, and soon after he had +eaten he shuffled away.</p> + +<p>Next day the Bear came again, and +on the day after, and for many days. +At each visit he was invited to eat, +according to the custom, and feasted well +by the Badger, skilful hunter and generous +host.</p> + +<p>After many days the Bear came one +morning looking fat and sleek, and he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> +had brought with him his whole family. +Growling savagely, he rudely turned +the Badger family out of their comfortable +lodge, well stored with good +food and soft robes. Even the magic +arrows of father Badger were left behind. +Crying bitterly, the homeless Badgers +went off into the woods to seek +another place of shelter. That night +they slept cold under a great rock, and +the children went supperless to bed, +for the Badger could not hunt without +his arrows.</p> + +<p>All the next day and for several days +after he wandered through the forest +looking for game, but found none. One +night, the children were so hungry and +cried so hard, that the poor old father +at last said:</p> + +<p>"Well, then, I must beg for you!"</p> + +<p>So he crept back to his old home, +where the Bear family now lived and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> +grew fat. Standing in the doorway, he +begged quite humbly for a small piece +of meat.</p> + +<p>"I would not trouble you," said he, +"but my little folks are starving!"</p> + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="image"> +<a name="i67" id="i67"></a><img src="images/i067.jpg" width="438" height="344" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + +<p>However, the Bear got up and turned +him angrily out-of-doors, while the ill-natured +little Bears chuckled and laughed +to see how thin and hungry he looked!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p> + +<p>All laughed but one, and that one +was the smallest and ugliest of the cubs, +who had always been teased and abused +by the others. He was sorry for the poor +Badger, and when no one was looking +he slyly stole a piece of his mother's +meat and threw it into their hut, and +then ran home again.</p> + +<p>This happened several times, and now +the family of Badgers were only kept +from starving by the gifts of the kind-hearted +little Bear.</p> + +<p>At last came the Avenger, who sprang +from a drop of innocent blood. He is +very tall, strong and beautiful, and is +feared by all wrong-doers. The Bear +saw him coming and began to tremble. +He at once called to the Badger, who +was not far off, and invited him to come +and eat.</p> + +<p>But the Avenger came first! Then +the Bear called upon his wife and chil<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span>dren +to follow him, and took to his heels. +He ran as fast as he could, looking +over his shoulder from time to time, +for he was really terribly frightened. +He never came back any more, and +the Badger family returned and joyfully +possessed their old home.</p> + +<p><i>There is no meanness like ingratitude.</i></p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></div> + +<h2 class="chapter3">EIGHTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE GOOD-LUCK TOKEN</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2><a name="EIGHTH_EVENING" id="EIGHTH_EVENING"></a>EIGHTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper">h,</span> Teona, I saw you out to-day<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> +with your new bow and +arrows! I hope you have not +been hasty to display your skill with +the new weapons to the injury of any +harmless creature," says old Smoky Day, +gravely, as the boy hunter arrives quite +out of breath.</p> + +<p>"You have been told," he adds, "that +the animals long ago agreed to sacrifice +their lives for ours, when we are in need +of food or of skins for garments, but +that we are forbidden to kill for sport +alone."</p> + +<p>"Why, grandfather," the boy admits, +"I followed a gray squirrel from +tree to tree, and shot at him more than<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> +once, but he always dodged the arrow +in time!"</p> + +<p>"And were you then hungry? did +you have any use for the little fellow +if you had killed him?" the old man +persists. "There was once a squirrel who +made a treaty of peace with a little boy +like you. I will tell you his story to-night."</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE GOOD-LUCK TOKEN</div> + +<p>There was once an old couple who lived +quite alone with their little grandson in +the midst of a great wood.</p> + +<p>They were wretchedly poor, for the +old man was now growing too weak to +hunt, and often came home at night +empty-handed. The old woman dug +roots and gathered berries for food; but +alas! her eyesight was no longer good, +and there were sometimes whole days +when there was nothing in the lodge to eat.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p> + +<p>One day the boy became very hungry, +and he said to his grandfather:</p> + +<p>"Grandfather, only make me a bow +and some arrows, and I will hunt for us +all!"</p> + +<p>The first time he went out into the +forest with his bow and arrows he met +with a Chickadee, who said to him:</p> + +<p>"Shoot me! I am willing to give my +life to satisfy your hunger."</p> + +<p>The boy shot and took home the tiny +bird, and when he threw it down before +his grandmother it was no longer a Chickadee, +but a fine, fat Partridge, and the +poor old folks were overcome with joy.</p> + +<p>"Ah, ah, my grandson!" they cried. +"You are indeed a hunter!"</p> + +<p>The next day, when he went out to +hunt, the boy walked a long way without +seeing any game. At last he thought +he heard somebody laughing in the +depths of the forest.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> + +<p>The laughter sounded nearer and nearer +as he walked on. By and by he was sure +he heard some person talking to himself, +and in the end he could actually make +out the words, although he saw no +one.</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha," chirrupped the gay voice, +"I am surely the luckiest creature alive! +I leap and flit all day long from bough +to bough. I am quick as a flash, so that +I can easily escape my enemies. In my +free and happy life there is but one thing +I fear, and that is a boy's blunt-headed +arrow!"</p> + +<p>When the boy heard this, he advanced +boldly, and his quick eyes made out a +snug wigwam in the hollow of a great +tree. He peeped in, and saw that the +house was warm and well stored with +nuts of all kinds. Its little owner sat +flirting his bushy tail in the corner, upon +a bed of dry leaves; but as soon as he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +spied the boy, he ran past him with a +scream of fright and scampered off +among the thick woods.</p> + +<p>The boy followed as fast as he could, +and after a long chase he tired out and +overtook the Squirrel, who sat coughing +and grunting upon the bough of a tree +just above his head.</p> + +<p>"Boy," he exclaimed, "only spare +my life, and you shall have a charm that +will make you a successful hunter as +long as you live!"</p> + +<p>The boy agreed, and the Squirrel took +him back to his own wigwam, where he +filled the little fellow's bag with nuts +from his pile.</p> + +<p>"These," said he, "are all lucky nuts, +and if you put one of them in your +pouch when you go out to hunt, you +will surely kill a Bear!"</p> + +<p>This the boy did, and to the great joy +of the poor old folks he became a famous<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> +hunter, so that from that time on they +never wanted meat in their lodge.</p> + +<p>Do not harm your weaker brothers, +for even a little Squirrel may be the +bearer of good fortune!</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">NINTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">UNKTOMEE AND HIS BUNDLE OF SONGS</h3> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="NINTH_EVENING" id="NINTH_EVENING"></a>NINTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">N</span><span class="upper">ow,</span> my grandchildren," says<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> +Smoky Day, "I shall tell you +of one who is well known in +the wonder-world of our people. He is +a great traveller, seems to know everybody, +and is always good-natured, but +he is also a shameless boaster and plays +many tricks upon those he meets on the +road. No one is so wise and cunning as +Unktomee, the Spider; and yet he likes +to appear as simple and innocent as a +child!</p> + +<p>"His adventures are many. Sometimes +he gets the better of the animal +people, and again they may succeed in +outwitting him, so that he is well laughed +at for his trouble! We may all learn from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +these stories of Unktomee and his sly +tricks how to be on our guard against +those deceitful ones who come to us in +the guise of friends."</p> + + +<div class="center2">UNKTOMEE AND HIS BUNDLE OF SONGS</div> + +<p>It was a bright, sunshiny day, and +the flocks of Ducks flying northward had +all stopped to rest beside a little lake, +and were splashing and paddling about +in the cool water. They were happy +and very noisy, but suddenly they ceased +their cries and calls and became quite +silent, for a queer figure was seen coming +toward them along the curve of the +beach. It was the figure of a strange +little old man, bent nearly double under +a huge load of something that looked +like dry grass.</p> + +<p>"Quack, quack!" said one of the +boldest of the Ducks, as the old man drew<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> +near with his burden. "What have you +there?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, that is only a bundle of old +songs," replied Unktomee with a smile; +for it was that sly one, that maker of +mischief!</p> + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="image"> +<a name="i83" id="i83"></a><img src="images/i083.jpg" width="583" height="320" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + +<p>Thereupon the Ducks took courage, +and quacked and fluttered all about him, +crying:</p> + +<p>"Sing us an old song, Unktomee!"</p> + +<p>Willingly Unktomee threw down his +load upon the lake shore, and with the +utmost good nature began to build a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +little teepee of sticks, thatching it with +the dry grass. In a few minutes it was +done, and he kindly invited the ducks +to enter.</p> + +<p>With rustling wings and shining feathers +they crowded into the little teepee +until it could hold no more.</p> + +<p style="margin-bottom: 1.5em;">Unktomee was there, too. He stayed +by the door, and began to sing:</p> + +<div class="block"> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">"Ishtogmus wachee po!</span><br /> +<span class="i2">Tuwa etowan kin</span><br /> +<span class="i2">Ishtah ne sha kta!</span><br /> +<br /> +(Dance with your eyes shut!<br /> +Whoever looks shall have red eyes!)"<br /> +</div></div> + +<p>Every one of the foolish Ducks shut his +eyes tight, and Unktomee, as he sang, +quietly seized one after another by the +neck as they danced in a ring around +the teepee, wrung their necks quickly +and cast them behind them. Not one +had a chance to squawk, so cleverly was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +the work done, and there would soon +have been none to listen to the old songs!</p> + +<p>But after a little a small Duck slyly +opened his eyes, and saw Unktomee +wringing the necks of his friends.</p> + +<p>"Fly! Fly!" he exclaimed in terror. +"He is killing us all!"</p> + +<p>So all the Ducks that were left alive +rose up with a mighty rush of wings and +a loud clamor of voices. The grass +teepee fell to pieces, and the lucky ones +flew away; but lying on the ground beside +Unktomee were enough fat Ducks +for a fine feast!</p> + +<p>And the little Duck that peeped forever +after had red eyes!</p> + +<hr class="hr2" /> + +<p>The children liked this story very +much, but it was shorter than usual.</p> + +<p>"Tell us about the feast!" they cried. +"Tell us about the feast of Unktomee!" +So old Smoky Day began again:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p> + +<p>Now Unktomee wished to make a feast. +The first thing he did was to stand and +cry aloud:</p> + +<p>"Chagah aoo po-o-o! (Somebody bring +me a kettle!)"</p> + +<p>He called and called for a long time. +At last somebody appeared with the +kettle. It was the Fox, who was carrying +it in his mouth. Unktomee thanked +him carelessly, and after waiting awhile, +the Fox went sadly away again.</p> + +<p>Then Unktomee dressed the Ducks +whose necks he had wrung, built a fire, +fetched water and put them on to boil. +But he was tired as well as hungry, and +while his dinner was cooking, he thought +he might as well take a nap. So he lay +down in the warm sand near by, first +telling his Face to be on the watch and +to twitch if any one came, so as to +awaken him.</p> + +<p>While Unktomee slept, the Fox re<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span>turned +with a friend. Unktomee's Face +did not twitch as it had been told to do, +for the Foxes stroked it very gently, +and told it to be quiet. Having done this, +they quietly ate every bit of the rich +meat, and put the bones back into the +pot.</p> + +<p>When at last Unktomee yawned and +awoke, he was very hungry indeed. He +looked to see whether his dinner was +ready, and found nothing in the kettle +except bones!</p> + +<p>"Ah! the Ducks have boiled too long," +he said to himself. "The meat will +all be in the bottom of the pot."</p> + +<p>When he discovered that the bones +had been picked clean, he was very +angry, and scolded his Face severely +for not awakening him in time.</p> + +<p><i>He who deceives others may himself be +caught some day.</i></p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">TENTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">UNKTOMEE AND THE ELK</h3> + + +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></div> +<div class="image"> +<a name="i91" id="i91"></a><img src="images/i091.jpg" width="356" height="530" alt="TANAGELA AND HER LITTLE BROTHER." title="" /> +</div> +<div class="caption">TANAGELA AND HER LITTLE BROTHER.</div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="TENTH_EVENING" id="TENTH_EVENING"></a>TENTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="upper">ell</span> us another story of Unktomee,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> +grandfather!" cry several +of the children, as soon +as they are inside the old story-teller's +wigwam on the tenth evening.</p> + +<p>"Ah, I thought you would ask for +another!" remarks the old man with +quiet satisfaction. "There are many +stories of his dealings with the animal +people. He loves to go among them and +even to take their shape, that he may +make fools of them the more easily. +This may do very well for a time, but +it is generally not long before he is ready +to cry 'Enough!'"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center2">UNKTOMEE AND THE ELK</div> + +<p>It was midsummer, and the Elk +people were feasting in great numbers +upon the slopes of the mountain. Sleek, +fat and handsome, they browsed hither +and thither off the juicy saplings and rich +grass, drank their fill from the clear +mountain streams, and lay down to rest +at their ease in the green shade through +the heat of the day.</p> + +<p>Unktomee, who had been travelling +far and was hungry and foot-sore, looked +upon them with envy.</p> + +<p>"Ah," said he to himself, "that is +the life for me! Surely these are the +happiest people on earth, for they have +all things in abundance and are so fleet +of foot that they need fear no danger!"</p> + +<p>Accordingly, he hid his bow and quiver +full of arrows in a hollow tree, with all of +his clothing and other weapons, so that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +he might appear quite naked and harmless +before the timid Elk people. They +saw that he was unarmed, and they +stood still as he approached.</p> + +<p>"Here comes Unktomee," said they +doubtfully to one another.</p> + +<p>"Ah, brothers!" he pleaded with them, +"you have enough; you are at peace +with the tribes; you overlook the valley +and all its dwellers are below you! None +is so happy as you. Will you not make +me one of you?"</p> + +<p>"Friend!" exclaimed their leader, +"you do not know what you ask! To +be sure, it is now midsummer; our +clothing and our weapons are new, there +is food in plenty, and we may seem to be +happy. However, our antlers, our only +weapons, are yet soft, and the Wolf and +the Wild Cat are ready and fearless to attack +us. Our only hope of escape is in +our fleetness, since we are watched all day<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> +by the cruel eyes of those who live upon +flesh, of whom the most dangerous of all +is Man!"</p> + +<p>"I know all this," replied Unktomee. +"Others may have stronger weapons than +you, but I see none with your beauty, +your stately height, your freedom and +ease of life. I beg of you to allow me to +share it!"</p> + +<p>"If you can pass the test, we will +admit you," they said at last. "Notice +our eyes—we must be ever watchful; +our ears—they are constantly on guard! +Can you smell an enemy even against the +wind? Can you detect his footfall before +he is near?"</p> + +<p>Unktomee passed the test and was +finally admitted to the company of the +Elks; in fact, he was made the chief of +them all, for such he wanted to be.</p> + +<p>"Now," said they, "we have made +you our leader. You must guide us<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +so that we shall be safe from the hunters!"</p> + +<p>Proud of his long limbs and of his +stately antlers, he led them all down +the hill, running back now and then to +urge the hindermost ones into line. +When they stopped to rest, he lay down +a little apart from the others, under a +spreading oak.</p> + +<p>Suddenly they all sprang up and fled, +for Unktomee had cried out to them:</p> + +<p>"Fly! fly! I am struck by an +arrow!"</p> + +<p>But when no hunter appeared, they +were provoked, and grumbled among +themselves:</p> + +<p>"Unktomee is deceiving us; it was +only a stick that fell from the tree!"</p> + +<p>Then they all lay down a second time, +and a second time the Elks were aroused +in vain. They were still more displeased, +and said to one another:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It was only an acorn that fell upon +him while he slept!"</p> + +<p>A third time they lay down, but this +time the Elks stole away from Unktomee +and left him sleeping, for they had +scented the hunter. When the hunter +came, therefore, he found only the chief +Elk still sleeping, and he let fly an arrow +and wounded him severely.</p> + +<p>Unktomee was now in great fear and +pain, and he bitterly regretted that he +had become an Elk, for he had learned +that their life is full of anxiety. The Elks +had taught him that it is well to be +content with our own, for there is no +life that is free from hardship and danger.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">ELEVENTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE FESTIVAL OF THE LITTLE PEOPLE</h3> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="ELEVENTH_EVENING" id="ELEVENTH_EVENING"></a>ELEVENTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">Y</span><span class="upper">ou</span> are late to-night, my grandchildren,"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +grumbles the good old wife of Smoky Day, as +she stands in front of her low doorway, +peering under the folds of her dark +blanket at the little toiling figures slowly +coming nearer, and the many twinkling +lights across the snow.</p> + +<p>"My mother gave a feast to-day," murmurs +Tanagela, in her soft voice. "There +were so many people for us to serve—I +could not come any sooner! But see, +grandmother! I have brought you some +boiled rice and venison," she ends, +proudly bringing out the heavy kettle +from under her skin robe as they enter +the well-smoked lodge.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Ah, ah!" exclaims the story-teller, +whose old eyes brighten at the sight of +the good food. "We are to feast to-night, +it seems; therefore I shall tell +you of a feast and what came after."</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE FESTIVAL OF THE LITTLE PEOPLE</div> + +<p>The big voice of the Bumble-Bee was +heard in every nook and corner of the +wood, and from end to end of the deep +valley, for Unktomee, the generous, was +giving a feast, and the Bee was his +herald, the crier of the day.</p> + +<p>"Ho, every creeper, every buzzer, +all ye little people who fly without +feathers, come this day to the festival!" +boomed the Bee. "All must prepare to +exhibit their best skill; the Toad, who +can neither fly nor run, his brother the +Bullfrog, with his band of musicians, +and even the Flying-squirrel with the +rest. Tanagela, the Humming-bird, will<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> +be the judge of beauty, and the Bat +will judge your skilful performance in +the air. That wise medicine-man, the +Serpent, will also be there!"</p> + +<p>So Unktomee's herald made the cedar-fringed +gulches and pine-scented hilltops +fairly hum with his call.</p> + +<p>It was in July, the Moon of Black +Cherries, and the Little People gathered +in great numbers at the place of the +Singing Waterfall, which had been chosen +for the meeting-place. The happy valley +buzzed with their million voices.</p> + +<p>Then Unktomee, the prudent, saw +fit to appoint certain warriors to keep +order at the festival. For many were +present, therefore mishap or injustice +might be.</p> + +<p>The Wolf was ordered to watch upon +the surrounding hills, so that no enemy +should come near; and the Owl was appointed +to keep order within the camp,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> +and especially to see that neither the +Bat, the Night-hawk nor the Swallow +tribe were permitted to disturb the little +insect people.</p> + +<p>The day opened well, with a chorus +of praise from the great orchestra—a +sunrise song, opened by Ta-she-ya-ka, +the Meadow-lark, in which even the +crickets joined, with their slender instruments.</p> + +<p>Then came the contest of beauty, in +which the Butterflies, in their gauzy +dresses of every color, won the first prize. +The Bat, however, who was to judge of +feats on the wing, had slyly made a meal +of some of the lesser contestants. The +Owl swooped down upon him to punish +him, and there was great confusion.</p> + +<p>Unktomee could do nothing with his +guests. The Toad began to devour the +smaller creepers, the Snake attacked +the Toad, and even the Wolf came down<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> +from his station on the hills to make a +raid upon the helpless Little People. +Thus began the warfare and preying +among these feeble tribes that has lasted +to this day.</p> + +<p><i>It is not wise to put the strong in authority +over the weak.</i></p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">TWELFTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">EYA THE DEVOURER</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="TWELFTH_EVENING" id="TWELFTH_EVENING"></a>TWELFTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">W</span><span class="upper">e</span> shall hear to-night of one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +good deed done by Unktomee," +begins the old teacher, +when all are in their places. "In the old +days, longer ago than any one can remember, +no one was more feared and +dreaded than Eya, the Glutton, the devouring +spirit that went to and fro upon +the earth, able to draw all living creatures +into his hideous, open mouth! His +form was monstrous and terrifying. No +one seemed to know what he feared, +or how he might be overcome. Whole +tribes of people were swallowed up by +him, and there was no help!</p> + +<p>"At last came Unktomee, and by his +quick wit and genial ways got the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +better of this enemy of our race. He is +very hard to kill, for he often comes to +life again after he has been left for dead. +Perhaps by Eya is meant the terrible +hunger, or the sickness that runs like +fire from lodge to lodge and sweeps +away whole villages."</p> + + +<div class="center2">EYA THE DEVOURER</div> + +<p>Once upon a time, an old woman who +was gathering wood found a lost babe +deep in the forest, and bringing him to +the camp, gave him to the chief's pretty +daughter. The girl, who was very tender-hearted, +took the child and cared for him +as her own.</p> + +<p>She fed him often, but he was never +satisfied and continually cried for more. +When he screamed, his mouth stretched +from ear to ear, and far down his red +throat she seemed to see a great company<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> +of people struggling in confusion. However, +she told no one, but patiently +tended the strange child and carried +him about with her everywhere.</p> + +<p>At dead of night, when all in the +lodge were asleep, the tender-hearted +maiden was aroused by the crying of her +babe. As she bent over him, there +seemed to come from his wide-open +mouth, as if from the depths of the earth, +the far-off voices of many people in +distress.</p> + +<p>Then at last she went and awoke the +chief, her father, and said to him:</p> + +<p>"Father, come and listen to the voice +of my babe!"</p> + +<p>He listened for a moment and exclaimed +in horror:</p> + +<p>"My child, this is Eya, he who devours +all things, even whole villages! This +that we hear is the crying of the people +whom he has swallowed. Now he has<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +taken the form of an innocent babe and +is come to destroy us!</p> + +<p>"We must steal away quietly while +he sleeps, and travel fast and far before +morning."</p> + +<p>In whispers they aroused the sleeping +people, and all broke camp without +disturbing the child, who once more +slept in the chief's teepee, which they +left still standing.</p> + +<p>All night they travelled at their best +pace, and when morning came, they had +come to a wide and deep river. Here +Unktomee, the crafty one, came to meet +them, smiling and rubbing his hands.</p> + +<p>When he had learned what caused the +people of a whole village to flee in the +night, he kindly offered to help them +against their powerful enemy. Terrified +though they were, they were even then +unwilling, for they feared lest he might +play some trick upon them; but Unk<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span>tomee +persisted, and went back upon +their trail to meet the Devourer.</p> + +<p>He had not gone far before he saw +Eya hastening after the fleeing ones, +his ugly mouth gaping widely and his +great, unwieldy body supported by a +pair of feeble legs that tottered under +its weight.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going, younger +brother?" asked Unktomee, pleasantly.</p> + +<p>"How dare you call me younger +brother?" angrily returned the other. +"Do you not know that I was the first +one created upon the solid earth?"</p> + +<p>"If that is so, I must be older than +you," replied Unktomee, in his good-natured +way, "for I was created upon +the face of the water, before the dry +land itself! I know whom you seek, +younger brother, and am come out to +help you.</p> + +<p>"Those foolish ones whom you are<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> +following are encamped on the river +close at hand, and I will lead you to them +presently. They cannot escape you. +Why not rest a little now, and refresh +yourself with the delicacy that I have +prepared for you? See, these are human +ears, nicely dried for your meal!"</p> + +<p>So saying, Unktomee pointed to a +great heap of mussel shells that lay upon +the hill-top. The greedy monster was +deceived, and hastily swallowed the shells, +which caused him such distress that he +was helpless, and was easily dispatched +by the men of the village, who now came +out to kill him. No sooner had they +cut open his enormous body with their +knives, than a large company of people +issued forth upon the plain, and began +dancing and singing songs of praise for +their deliverance.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">THIRTEENTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE WARS OF WA-KEE-YAN AND +UNK-TAY-HEE</h3> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="THIRTEENTH_EVENING" id="THIRTEENTH_EVENING"></a>THIRTEENTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">W</span><span class="upper">ere</span> you not frightened last<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> +night, grandfather?" exclaims +Waola, the boldest of +the boys, before the little circle has +fairly settled into quiet. "Thunder in +the Moon of Sore Eyes is not heard so +often! My little sister cried bitterly, +and Uncle says that it is an omen of +misfortune."</p> + +<p>"So it would have seemed to me once, +my grandson," replies the old sage, with +his pleasant smile. "But I am an old +man, and I have heard the Thunder-Bird +speak even more loudly, both in +season and out of season, yet no evil +came of it to our people. Truly I think +that the Great Mystery has set bounds<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> +to the terrors of these his warriors, so +that we need not tremble before them +as in the old days, when their laws were +not fully known.</p> + +<p>"There is a very old story concerning +these matters, which I will tell you to-night."</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE WARS OF WA-KEE-YAN AND UNK-TAY-HEE</div> + +<p>Wa-kee-yan is the Great Bird of storm +and tempest, who was appointed in the +beginning of things to keep the earth and +also the upper air pure and clean. Although +there is sometimes death and +destruction in his path, yet he is a servant +of the Great Mystery and his work +is good.</p> + +<p>Yet he rules only one half the year. +The other half is ruled by Wa-zee-yah, +the Spirit of Cold, and he too purifies +the air and the water.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p> + +<p>When Wa-zee-yah, the North Wind, +the Cold-Maker, comes, the animals put +on thicker robes and some even change +their color to be like the white blanket +that he lays over the earth. Then the +waters are imprisoned for a season, and +all things sleep and rest.</p> + +<p>Then comes He-yo-kah, the South-Wind, +also called the Fool-Wind, he who +is the herald of the Thunder-Bird and +causes all the trees and the plains to +put on their garments of green.</p> + +<p>For ages there had been war between +the Thunder-Bird, the ruler of the upper +air, and the Water Monster, or Unk-tay-hee, +the ruler of the deep. Whenever +a black cloud appeared in the sky +and cast its threatening shadow upon +the water, all the fishes knew it for a +warning to descend to the floor of their +watery abode, the deep, dark realm, +away from the power of his arrows.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p> + +<p>Even the sea birds must seek their +sheltered coves and hiding-places, pull +tight their downy blankets and be still, +for now Wa-kee-yan would sweep sea +and air with his mighty wing, and punish +the disobedient.</p> + +<p>All was quiet before his approach. +His breath was the tempest, the roll of +the thunder his drum-beat, the lightning's +flash his tomahawk. At his approach, +the face of the deep was thrown +into a mighty commotion. Column after +column of white warriors advanced boldly +upon the land, and broke upon the rocky +shores with a loud war-whoop. Such +was the combat of the Spirits of Air and +Water, at which all living creatures hid +themselves and trembled.</p> + +<p>At last the great peace-maker, the +Sun, appeared, holding in his hand the +Rainbow, like a flag of many colors, a +sign that the battle is over. He sent each<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> +of the warriors to his own place. Gentle +airs came down from above to meet and +play with the little waves that danced +upon the blue water. He who is our +Father, the father of our bodies, whose +wife is our Mother the Earth, wishes +safety and peace for all his children, +therefore he still watches the unruly ones +from the middle of the sky, and their +battles are quickly ended.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">FOURTEENTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE LITTLE BOY MAN</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></div> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="FOURTEENTH_EVENING" id="FOURTEENTH_EVENING"></a>FOURTEENTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">I</span> <span class="upper">shall</span> now tell you of the First<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +Man, and how he came upon +earth as an infant, yet without +father or mother. Listen well, my children, +for you should never forget this +story."</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE LITTLE BOY MAN</div> + +<p>At the beginning of things, He-who-was-first-Created +found himself living +alone. The earth was here before him, +clothed in green grass and thick forests, +and peopled with the animal tribes. +Then all these spoke one language, and +the Lonely One was heralded by them +everywhere as he roamed to and fro over +the world, both upon dry land and in the +depths of the sea.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></p> + +<p>One day, when he returned to his +teepee from a long wandering, he felt +a pain in his left foot, and lo! a splinter +in the great toe! Drawing out the splinter, +he tossed it upward through the smoke-hole +of the lodge. He could hear it roll +and rattle down over the birch-bark +covering, and in the instant that it +touched the ground, there arose the cry +of a new-born child!</p> + +<p>He-who-was-first-Created at once came +forth and took up the infant, who was +the Boy Man, the father of the human +race here upon earth.</p> + +<p>Now the little Boy Man grew and flourished, +and was perfectly happy under +the wise guidance of his friend and Elder +Brother. Although he had neither father +nor mother, and only animals for playmates, +it is said that no child born of +human parents has ever led so free and +happy a life as he. In those days, there<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> +was peace between the animals and the +Boy Man. Sometimes they challenged +him to friendly contests, whereupon He-who-was-first-Created +taught his little +brother how to outwit them by clever +tricks and devices. This he was often +able to do; but not always; for sometimes +the animals by their greater +strength finally overcame him.</p> + +<p>One morning the Boy Man went out +from his lodge as usual to the day's +occupations, but did not return at night +nor for many nights afterward. He-who-was-first-Created +mourned and wailed +long for the lost one. At last he became +angry, and set out to look for the bones +of his brother.</p> + +<p>He travelled from east to west across +the world, but found no trace of the one +he sought, and all of the land creatures +whom he questioned declared that they +had not seen him pass by.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p> + +<p>Next he followed the rivers, and the +shores of the Great Lakes, and there +one day he heard an old woman singing +as she cut down a tree at the edge of the +water. The traveller came closer to +hear the words of the song; and lo! it +was a song of the scalp-dance, and in it +she spoke the name of the lost Boy Man.</p> + +<p>He-who-was-first-Created now turned +himself into a King-fisher, and so approached +unsuspected and talked with +the old Beaver-woman. From her he +learned that his younger brother had +been enticed into the Great Water and +destroyed by the monster of the deep, +Unk-tay-hee. Thereupon he went down +to the shore and changed himself into +a tall pine overlooking the lake.</p> + +<p>For many moons He-who-was-first-Created +remained thus, until at last he +beheld two huge forms rising up in the +midst of the waves. The monsters<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> +glided gradually toward the shore and +lay basking in the sun at his feet, rocking +gently with the motion of the quiet +water. It was old Unk-tay-hee and his +mate.</p> + +<div class="microspace"> </div> +<div class="image"> +<a name="i129" id="i129"></a><img src="images/i129.jpg" width="461" height="260" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + +<p>"Husband!" exclaimed the wife of +Unk-tay-hee, "for ages this has been +our resting-place, and yet I have never +seen this tree before!"</p> + +<p>"Woman, the tree has always been +there!" returned the water monster.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But I am sure it was not here before," +she insisted.</p> + +<p>Then Unk-tay-hee wound his immense +scaly tail about the giant pine and tried +to pull it out by the roots. The water +foamed and boiled with his struggles, +but He-who-was-first-Created stood firm, +and at last the monster gave up the +attempt.</p> + +<p>"There," he declared, "I told you +it had always been there!" His wife +appeared satisfied, and presently the +gentle waves rocked them both to sleep.</p> + +<p>Then He-who-was-first-Created returned +to his own shape, and with his +long spear he stabbed each of the monsters, +so that with groans of pain they +dove down to their homes at the bottom +of the great lake, and the waters +boiled above them, and the foam was +red with their blood.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">FIFTEENTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE RETURN OF THE LITTLE BOY MAN</h3> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="FIFTEENTH_EVENING" id="FIFTEENTH_EVENING"></a>FIFTEENTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">G</span><span class="upper">randfather</span> has scarcely<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> +taken up his long pipe to-night +before the children begin to +gather, impatient for the end of the story. +Chatanna has been begging his father +to tell him whether the Little Boy Man +was ever found, but he has been obliged +to wait for the old man to go on with his +tale.</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE RETURN OF THE LITTLE BOY MAN</div> + +<p>He-who-was-first-Created now took the +form of a swallow, and flew down from +the high cliffs, skimming over the surface +of the water. Within a sheltered +cove among the pines, the water-birds<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> +were holding a least. Some were singing, +some dancing, and that great medicine-man, +the Loon, was among them, blowing +his sacred whistle.</p> + +<p>The Lonely One in the form of a +swallow dipped down to the water's +edge and addressed the Loon respectfully, +asking for some of the secrets of his +medicine. The Loon was very kind. +He taught him several mystery songs, +and showed him how to treat the sick.</p> + +<p>"Now," said the Swallow, "if you +will permit me to take your form for a +short time, I will go down into the deep +and try to cure Unk-tay-hee and his +wife of their dreadful wounds!"</p> + +<p>The Loon made no objection, so the +new-made conjurer balanced himself upon +the crest of a wave and gave his loudest +call before he dove down, down into +the blue water! There in the watery +world the people saw him as it were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> +sailing down from the sky. His path +led now through a great forest of sea +weeds, now upon the broad plains, and +finally he came into a deep valley of +the under-world, where he found everybody +anxiously waiting for him. He +was met by the old Turtle, who begged +him to make haste, for the chief and his +wife were in great agony.</p> + +<p>"Let all the people retire, for I must +be alone in order to work a cure," declared +the supposed medicine-man, as +he entered the teepee of the water monster.</p> + +<p>All went away unwillingly—the Turtle +last of all. He told the others that he +had heard the great conjurer whisper +as his hand touched the door-flap; "Ah, +my poor brother!" Now this door-flap +was made from the skin of the little +Boy Man.</p> + +<p>He-who-was-first-Created, when he was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> +inside the lodge, paid no attention to +the dreadful groans of the monsters, but +at once took down the skin of his brother, +and as he did so, he saw the little Water-snake +spying at him from behind the +doorway. The others, who were suspicious, +had sent him as a scout to see +what the medicine-man was doing.</p> + +<p>He called the Snake inside, and compelled +him to tell where he should find +the bones of his brother. Then for a +reward he painted the Snake green, and +declared that as he had served both +sides, he should crawl upon his belly +forever after.</p> + +<p>He-who-was-first-Created gathered up +all the bones and took them with him +to dry land. There he immediately built +a fire and heated stones for the first +sweat lodge. He also picked a bunch +of sage-brush, and fetched water in a +large shell.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p> + +<p>Having carefully wrapped the bones +with the dry skin of his brother and +built over them a low shelter of willow +withes, he covered the lodge tightly +with green boughs and then thrust in +his right arm and began to sprinkle +water with the bunch of sage upon the +heated stones.</p> + +<p>The steam arose and filled the lodge, +and with the steam there came a faint +sighing sound.</p> + +<p>A second time he sprinkled water, and +there were rustlings within as if the dry +bones were gathering themselves together.</p> + +<p>When he put in his hand for the third +time he could hear a sound like far-off +singing. Immediately after the Little +Boy Man spoke in his own voice, begging +to be let out of the lodge.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></div> + +<h2 class="chapter3">SIXTEENTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE FIRST BATTLE</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span></div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="SIXTEENTH_EVENING" id="SIXTEENTH_EVENING"></a>SIXTEENTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="upper">his</span> is a very long story that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> +I am telling you," declares +Smoky Day, "and many evenings +will not see the end of it. There are +some adventures of the Little Boy Man +that must wait for another winter. To-night +I will tell you how it happened +that the old friendship was broken between +man and the animal people."</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE FIRST BATTLE</div> + +<p>Now after some time it came about +that the animals became jealous of the +greater wit of the Boy Man, and as they +feared that he would somehow gain the +mastery over them, they began secretly +to plot against him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p> + +<p>At about the same time the Boy Man +began to question his Elder Brother, +and to ask him:</p> + +<p>"Brother, why have all these people +weapons, such as spears upon their heads +and daggers in their mouths, while I am +unarmed and naked?"</p> + +<p>Then He-who-was-first-Created replied +sadly:</p> + +<p>"My younger brother, the time is +now come to give you weapons and I +am sorry for it. Now at last there is +war in the hearts of the animals and of +man; but they are many and you are +only one, therefore I shall help you!"</p> + +<p>Then he gave him a strong bow and +arrows with flint heads, also a spear with +head of stone, and showed him how to +use them.</p> + +<p>Afterward he tossed a pebble into the +air, and it came down as a wall of rock, +enclosing their dwelling. He tossed up<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> +another and another, until they were defended +by high cliffs on every side. +Upon the flat tops of the cliffs he spread +out the new weapons, whose stone heads +were destined to be scattered far and +wide when the battle should be over, +to be sought out and preserved by men +as relics of the beginning of warfare.</p> + +<p>The first battle was announced by a +single Buffalo-bull, running at top speed +over the prairie. This messenger assigned +to each his part in the attack. +The Beaver was ordered to dam the +streams, and the Badger to dig trenches +under the defences of the Boy Man, so +that they might flood his dwelling.</p> + +<p>The Rabbits, Squirrels and other feeble +folk were to gather food for the warriors, +of whom the principal ones were the +Bear, Wolf, Wildcat and Bison. The +Swallow served as messenger to the birds, +and the swift Trout carried the news to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> +the finny tribes, for all were to join in +this war.</p> + +<p>With the gray dawn came the Wolf's +long howl, the first war-whoop, breaking +the silence and peace of the world.</p> + +<p>When the sun rose, dancing for an +instant upon the sharp edge of the sky, +one after another all of the animals +joined in the great war-cry, with bellowings +and screechings of the larger +beasts, the barking of Wolves, the hissing +of Snakes, and the shrill cries of the +feathered ones, of whom the Crane and +the Loon were loudest.</p> + +<p>The Boy Man stood erect on the top +of the wall, and saw the warriors coming +from all directions, as far as the eye could +reach. On they came, with a mighty +thunder of hoofs and a trampling of +many feet! Overhead that great war-chief +of the air, the Eagle, commanded +his winged forces, while from below the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> +creepers and crawlers began to scale the +lofty defences of the Boy Man. There +he stood alone, and fearlessly let fly +hundreds of sharp arrows, of which every +one found its mark, until the ground +was choked with the fallen.</p> + +<p>Presently there descended upon him +great hosts of the smaller winged people, +who also had been provided with sharp +and poisonous weapons. Against these +his Elder Brother had forgotten to warn +him; but now he was told in haste to +strike two flints together and to catch +the spark that should come in the dry +fallen leaves. Soon a great cloud of +smoke and flames arose toward heaven, +not only driving off the little winged +warriors, but forcing the whole body +of the enemy to retreat in confusion, +for they had never seen fire before, and +to this day it is feared by all and used +by man only.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p> + +<p>Thus the animals were convinced that +Man is their master. When they sued for +peace, all agreed to give him of their +flesh for food and their skins for clothing, +while he on his side promised never +to kill any wantonly. The Boy Man +further agreed that they might keep +their weapons to use in their own defence. +This was the first treaty made +upon earth.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">SEVENTEENTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE BELOVED OF THE SUN</h3> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="SEVENTEENTH_EVENING" id="SEVENTEENTH_EVENING"></a>SEVENTEENTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">G</span><span class="upper">randfather,</span> is not the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> +night beautiful after the long +storm?" whispers Tanagela +shyly. "The moon always seems to me +like a beautiful woman, for she often +hides her round, shining face with a +blanket of cloud, and sometimes she even +runs away from us altogether, as if she +were tired or displeased. But to-night +she smiles and uncovers her face, so that +all the young men are out, each playing +upon his flute near the home of the loved +one!"</p> + +<p>The little maid does not often make so +long a speech, and she too hides her face +as she comes to the end. But Grandfather<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> +smiles indulgently upon his favorite, +as he answers:</p> + +<p>"And did you not know, then, that +she is a woman, my granddaughter? +Truly it is time that I told you of these +things!"</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE BELOVED OF THE SUN</div> + +<p>There was once a man and his wife +and two children who had gone away +from the rest of the tribe and were living +by themselves. One day the man went +out hunting as usual, but evening came +and he did not return. The next day his +wife went to look for him, and neither +did she come back to the lodge.</p> + +<p>Thus it came about that the young +brother and sister were left alone, but +they were not unhappy. The boy was a +strong and well-grown lad, and he brought +home abundance of meat, while the +girl cooked his food, tanned the skins<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +and made all of their moccasins and +clothing.</p> + +<p>They had been living thus for many +moons, when very early one morning, +soon after her brother had left her for +the hunt, the girl's eyes were dazzled +by a sudden flash of light, and at the +same instant a tall and beautiful young +man entered the lodge. She thought +at first that her brother had come back, +so great was the likeness; but he did +not act like him, for his manner was +that of a suitor. He remained for some +time, but left before the brother returned.</p> + +<p>Now the young man saw at once +that his sister seemed to be troubled +and embarrassed about something. He +questioned her, and she hung her head +in silence. Three times this happened, +and on the third day she told +him all.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p> + +<p>"To-morrow," said he, "I will set +out as usual early in the morning, but +I shall not go far. If your visitor comes, +keep him until I return."</p> + +<p>Accordingly the next day the brother +went a little way from home and hid +himself in a hollow tree from which he +could watch their dwelling. Soon after +the girl's lover appeared, he returned +to the lodge and at once fell upon the +stranger, for he was very angry.</p> + +<p>For some time they wrestled together +in silence, and neither was able to gain +the mastery over the other. Finally, +however, the brother felt that he was +being overcome, and he cried out:</p> + +<p>"Sister, help, help!"</p> + +<p>The girl did not know what to do, but +she seized her axe and was about to strike +one of the young men when he cried out:</p> + +<p>"Take care, sister!"</p> + +<p>Then she raised her axe against the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> +other, but he too exclaimed: "Take +care, sister!"</p> + +<p>She became more and more bewildered, +for the two looked so much alike that +it was impossible to tell which one was +really her brother.</p> + +<p>At last, however, she made up her +mind to strike at the stranger, but +like a flash of light he eluded her and +spoke:</p> + +<p>"My friend, do not try to resist me +any longer! I came not to harm you or +this maiden, but to make her my wife! +Know that I am the Sun, and she shall +be the Moon and rule over the night if +she will come with me!"</p> + +<p>"Upon this the maiden yielded and +went with him," said Grandfather; "but +you see that she will not shine every +night, for she was only a mortal maiden +and is soon wearied. You know we call +the Sun our Grandfather and the Moon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> +Grandmother, and we also believe that +the Stars are their children. Some time +I shall tell you how a Star, too, loved +an earthly maid."</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">EIGHTEENTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">WOOD-CHOPPER AND BERRY-PICKER</h3> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="EIGHTEENTH_EVENING" id="EIGHTEENTH_EVENING"></a>EIGHTEENTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">A</span> <span class="upper">long</span> time ago," says the old<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> +story-teller, "man was nearer +the animal people than he is +to-day; they even spoke the same language +and seemed to understand one +another perfectly. Sometimes he loved +and married among them, but his children +were not so good and noble as the +first man. There was something of the +animal in them.</p> + +<p>"There are many stories of this sort, +but some of them are long and hard to +understand. Perhaps you have heard of +Tidoona and Tankadoona, the Indoor +One and the Outdoor One, in which the +little boy is half-brother to a Bear cub +and they meet and play together in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> +secret. To-night, however, I will tell you +another story."</p> + + +<div class="center2">WOOD-CHOPPER AND BERRY-PICKER</div> + +<p>In the old days, when men and animals +spoke one language, a young man who +had grown tired of living alone set out +to look for a wife. He had not travelled +far when he came to a stream of clear +water which had been dammed to make +a small, round pond. On the shore of the +pond was a neat, dome-shaped lodge, and +just outside the lodge a pretty woman +was busily chopping wood.</p> + +<p>The young man stood for some time +watching her from behind a tree. Being +pleased with her looks and especially +with her industry, he presently showed +himself, and the girl, whose name was +Beaver-woman, received him so kindly +that in a short time they had decided +to marry and go to house-keeping.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p> + +<p>When their little boy came, the proud +father wished to take him back and show +him to his own people, but to this his +wife would not consent.</p> + +<p>"If you must return," said she, "very +well; but we cannot go with you!"</p> + +<p>So the young man, who had a great +longing to see again the faces of his +kinsfolk, left them behind and journeyed +to his father's village. He made them +a short visit, and then hastened back +to his own home.</p> + +<p>Alas, there was no home there! The +lodge was destroyed, the dam broken, +the pond itself gone, the singing brook +was only a thin trickle of water, and +his wife and son were nowhere to be +found!</p> + +<p>The unhappy young man lay upon +the ground, mourning for his lost wife +and little boy, until a handsome young +woman dressed all in black came out<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> +of the woods. She supposed that he +must be faint for want of food, so she +brought him sweet roots and berries. +When he had eaten, she kindly combed +his hair and washed his face, and after +he was refreshed, she comforted him +with loving words and caresses, so that +he soon forgot the Beaver-woman and +took her to be his wife.</p> + +<p>Together they went to look for a home. +The young man chose a beautiful open +spot overlooking much country, but his +wife, whose name was Berry-Picker, +laughed at him, saying:</p> + +<p>"Our people never live in such an +open place as that!"</p> + +<p>She chose a sheltered spot at the foot +of the hill, and there they began to hollow +out a comfortable dwelling under the +upturned roots of an old fallen tree.</p> + +<p>When Berry-Picker, the Bear wife, +sent her husband out to look for bedding,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> +he brought in much dry grass; but the +Bear wife reproved him, saying:</p> + +<p>"Why, husband! you expose our +home to the eyes of all!"</p> + +<p>All about their lodge were bare spots +where he had pulled the grass, so they +had to find a new place in which to live.</p> + +<p>At last the pair were snug and warm +for the winter, and as it was now time +to go to sleep, they did so, and slept +until they were aroused by the barking +of a Dog and the footsteps of a hunter +on the crisp snow.</p> + +<p>The Bear wife struck the roof of her +house, and a Partridge flew up out of +the snow with a great whirring of wings. +The Dog followed the Partridge and the +hunter followed the Dog.</p> + +<p>When the hunter came for the second +time, she started a Rabbit, which drew +the Dog away, and he drew away the +hunter.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></p> + +<p>But when he persisted, and came back +for the third time, she left her home and +ran for her life, leaving her husband to +follow as best he could.</p> + +<div class="microspace"> </div> +<div class="image"> +<a name="i162" id="i162"></a><img src="images/i162.jpg" width="530" height="400" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<div class="microspace"> </div> + +<p>He ran on and on, following his wife's +tracks in the deep snow, until he came +to a little hut where lived an old Bear.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going, my son?" +inquired the old man.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh," he replied, "I am only travelling +for pleasure!"</p> + +<p>"Do not try to deceive me," said the +old Bear. "I know well whom you +seek! Berry-Picker passed this way only +yesterday, on her way to rejoin her +people."</p> + +<p>"And where do her people live?" +asked the young husband.</p> + +<p>"They live not far away, my son; but +be on your guard; they are a deceitful +people and will give you much trouble!"</p> + +<p>Thanking the old man, he hurried on, +and soon came to the village of the Bears. +It was a large village, and the people +seemed to have plenty to eat and to be +very merry, for they were singing and +dancing. As the stranger drew near, +every young woman in the great camp +came running to meet him. They all +looked alike, for every one was dressed +in glossy black and all were plump and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> +handsome, and they all crowded about +him as if to embrace him, crying:</p> + +<p>"Welcome home, my husband!"</p> + +<p>Now the young man became very +angry, for he knew that the Bears were +trying to deceive him, and that if he +did not know his own wife, they would +take his life. He took no notice of any +of the young women, but turned his +back on the village and went home to his +own country.</p> + +<p>This story is told for a warning to those +who wish to marry among strangers.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">NINETEENTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE SON-IN-LAW</h3> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="NINETEENTH_EVENING" id="NINETEENTH_EVENING"></a>NINETEENTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="upper">ell</span> us, grandfather, who is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> +Chanotedah?" bursts out +Waola even before the children +are fairly seated. "Uncle told +me to-day when I was hunting to beware +of the Little Man of the Woods, +for if I should meet him I might lose +my way and never smell the camp fire +again! But when I asked where he was +to be found, and how I should know him, +he only laughed at me and went on making +arrows."</p> + +<p>"This Chanotedah is indeed a mischievous +fellow," explains the good old +man. "He is no larger than a three-year-old +child, and is covered with hair. +His home is in a hollow tree, and his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> +weapons are the brilliantly colored feathers +of gay birds. He delights in confusing +the lone hunter who is so unlucky as to +come upon him in the depths of the +forest. That you may know why this +little man has a grudge against our race, +I will tell you a story."</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE SON-IN-LAW</div> + +<p>Once upon a time there was a young +girl whose parents had been taken by the +enemy, and who lived alone with her +elder brother in the forest, without kinsfolk +or neighbors. The young man was +a clever hunter who provided more than +enough for their needs, and the sister +kept his lodge in order and his moccasins +well mended, so that for a long time they +lived happily together without other +company.</p> + +<p>A day came, however, when the young +man wished to go upon a journey and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> +to see something of the world. He therefore +called upon the Little Man of the +Woods, Chanotedah, and begged him to +look after his sister during his absence. +He then took his bow and quiver full of +arrows, and set out to discover strange +countries.</p> + +<p>The traveller met with no adventures +until the third day, when he saw several +boys playing outside the entrance to +their dwelling, which appeared to be +merely a cave in the side of a hill.</p> + +<p>"Here comes our brother-in-law!" +they cried, and all ran back into the +cave.</p> + +<p>The young man was curious to know +what this meant, and he went boldly in. +Opposite the door of the cave there sat a +handsome young woman, while her father +and mother were seated upon either side +of the fire. The old man at once arose +and greeted the stranger.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Ho, my son-in-law!" he exclaimed; +whereupon the old wife served him +with food and waited upon him hospitably.</p> + +<p>It appeared, however, that the young +woman was kindly disposed toward this +good-looking youth, for she soon contrived +to warn him secretly of her father's +intentions toward him.</p> + +<p>"When my father takes you hunting +with him," she said, "you must take +care always to keep behind him. If he +tells you to follow any animal, do not +do so, but shoot it from where you +stand!"</p> + +<p>Next day the old man invited his +guest to hunt, and by and by they saw a +white Marten in the wood.</p> + +<p>"Chase it, chase it, son-in-law!" exclaimed +the old man, but the youth stood +still and killed the creature with an arrow +from his quiver. Alas, it was no +marten, but one of the boys whom he had +seen playing outside the cave!</p> + +<div class="minisapce"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span></div> +<div class="image border2" style="width: 555px; height: 330px;"> +<a name="i171" id="i171"></a><img src="images/i171.jpg" width="555" height="330" alt="DO NOT SHOOT A WHITE DEER WHEN YOU SEE HIM COMING TOWARD YOU" title="" /></div> +<div class="caption">DO NOT SHOOT A WHITE DEER WHEN YOU SEE HIM COMING TOWARD YOU</div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span></div> +<div class="microspace"> </div> + +<p>The next day a white Magpie flew<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> +across the path, and the old man again +called on his guest to follow. He stopped +and aimed an arrow instead, which +pierced the second boy to the heart.</p> + +<p>"Do not shoot a white Deer when you +see him coming toward you," begged the +girl of her lover on the third morning, for +she wished to save her youngest brother's +life. The young man spared the Deer, +and the last of the boys came home unhurt; +but he himself remembered her +warning and took care to keep behind, so +that the old man had no chance to kill +him.</p> + +<p>"Ah, my son-in-law, you have beaten +me! Take my daughter; she is now your +wife," he said to the young man, who +thereupon took his wife home to his own +lodge, and his brother-in-law whose life<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> +he had spared he took with them to be +husband to his sister.</p> + +<p>The Little Man of the Woods had +guarded the girl safely, but meanwhile he +had fallen in love with her and desired to +marry her. Being refused, he went away +angry and hid in a hollow tree, where he +still lives, and all who walk alone in the +forest fear to meet him, for he wishes +nothing so much as to do a mischief to +the descendants of the sister and brother.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">TWENTIETH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE COMRADES</h3> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="TWENTIETH_EVENING" id="TWENTIETH_EVENING"></a>TWENTIETH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="upper">here</span> is another bad character<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> +of whom we have all heard, +and some of us have met +him," begins the teacher. "His name +tells you what he is. He has two faces; +one he shows at first when he wishes to +be agreeable and has some object to gain; +but as soon as he is found out he turns +the ugly, scowling face upon you.</p> + +<p>"Remember, children, you should not +keep two faces—a pleasant one for +strangers and a cross face to show when +you are at home! Try to imitate the +heroes of old, the great and good and +helpful, such as the Stone Boy, the Star +Boy, the Avenger, he who wears the +White Plume, and he who shot the Red<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> +Eagle! If I should be spared to live +another winter, I will tell you of them +all. To-night we will hear the pleasant +story of Mashtinna and his brother-friend."</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE COMRADES</div> + +<p>Mashtinna, the Rabbit, was a handsome +young man, and, moreover, of a +kind disposition. One day, when he was +hunting, he heard a child crying bitterly, +and made all haste in the direction of the +sound.</p> + +<p>On the further side of the wood he +found one tormenting a baby boy with +whips and pinches, laughing heartily +meanwhile and humming a mother's lullaby.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean by abusing this +innocent child?" demanded the Rabbit; +but the other showed a smiling face and +replied pleasantly:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You do not know what you are talking +about! The child is fretful, and I am +merely trying to quiet him."</p> + +<p>Mashtinna was not deceived, for he +had guessed that this was Double-Face, +who delights in teasing the helpless ones.</p> + +<p>"Give the boy to me!" he insisted; +so that Double-Face became angry, and +showed the other side of his face, which +was black and scowling.</p> + +<p>"The boy is mine," he declared, "and +if you say another word I shall treat you +as I have treated him!"</p> + +<p>Upon this, Mashtinna fitted an arrow +to the string, and shot the wicked one +through the heart.</p> + +<p>He then took the child on his arm and +followed the trail to a small and poor +teepee. There lived an old man and his +wife, both of them blind and nearly helpless, +for all of their children and grandchildren, +even to the smallest and last,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> +had been lured away by wicked Double-Face.</p> + +<p>"Ho, grandfather, grandmother! I +have brought you back the child!" exclaimed +the Rabbit, as he stood in the +doorway.</p> + +<p>But the poor, blind old people had so +often been deceived by that heartless +Double-Face that they no longer believed +anything; therefore they both cried out:</p> + +<p>"Ugh, you liar! we don't believe a +word you say! Get away with you, do!"</p> + +<p>Since they refused to take the child, +and it was now almost night, the kind-hearted +young man wrapped the boy in +his own blanket and lay down with him +to sleep. The next morning, when he +awoke, he found to his surprise that the +child had grown up during the night and +was now a handsome young man, so +much like him that they might have been +twin brothers.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span></p> + +<p>"My friend, we are now comrades for +life!" exclaimed the strange youth. "We +shall each go different ways in the world, +doing all the good we can; but if either +is ever in need of help let him call upon +the other and he will come instantly to +his aid!"</p> + +<p>The other agreed, and they set out +in opposite directions. Not long after, +the Rabbit heard a loud groaning and +crying as of some person in great pain. +When he reached the spot, he found a +man with his body wedged tightly in the +forks of a tree, which the wind swayed +to and fro. He could not by any means +get away, and was in great misery.</p> + +<p>"I will take your place, brother!" +exclaimed the generous young man, upon +which the tree immediately parted, and +the tree-bound was free. Mashtinna +took his place and the tree closed upon +him like a vise and pinched him severely.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span></p> + +<p>The pain was worse than he had supposed, +but he bore it as long as he could +without crying out. Sweat beaded his +forehead and his veins swelled to bursting; +at last he could endure it no longer, +and called loudly upon his comrade to +help him. At once the young man appeared +and struck the tree so that it +parted and Mashtinna was free.</p> + +<p>He kept on his journey until he spied +a small wigwam quite by itself on the +edge of a wood. Lifting the door-flap, +he saw no one but an old blind man, who +greeted him thankfully.</p> + +<p>"Ho, my grandson! you see me, I am +old and poor. All the day I see no one. +When I wish to drink, this raw-hide +lariat leads me to the stream near by. +When I need dry sticks for my fire, I +follow this other rope and feel my way +among the trees. I have food enough, for +these bags are packed with dried meat for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> +my use. But alas, my grandson, I am all +alone here, and I am blind!"</p> + +<p>"Take my eyes, grandfather!" at once +exclaimed the kind-hearted young man. +"You shall go where you will, and I will +remain here in your place."</p> + +<p>"Ho, ho, my grandson, you are very +good!" replied the old man, and he +gladly took the eyes of the Rabbit and +went out into the world. The youth +stayed behind, and as he was hungry, +he ate of the dried meat in the bags.</p> + +<p>This made him very thirsty, so he +took hold of the raw-hide rope and +followed it to the stream; but as he +stooped to the brink, the rope broke +and Mashtinna fell in.</p> + +<p>The water was cold and the bank +slippery, but after a hard struggle he +got out again and made his way back to +the teepee, dripping wet and very miserable. +Wishing to make a fire and dry<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> +his clothes, he seized the other rope and +went to the wood for sticks.</p> + +<p>However, when he began to gather the +sticks he lost the rope, and being quite +blind he did nothing but stumble over +fallen logs, and bruise himself against +the trunks of trees, and scratch his face +among the briers and brambles, until +at last he could bear it no longer, and +cried out to his comrade to come to his +aid.</p> + +<p>Instantly the youth appeared and gave +him back his eyes, saying at the same +time:</p> + +<p>"Friend, be not so rash in future! +It is right to help those who are in +trouble, but one must also consider +whether he himself is able to hold out to +the end."</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">TWENTY-FIRST EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE LAUGH-MAKER</h3> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="TWENTY-FIRST_EVENING" id="TWENTY-FIRST_EVENING"></a>TWENTY-FIRST EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">Y</span><span class="upper">ou</span> remember the young man<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> +who married among the Bear +people," begins Grandfather. +"Now to us the Bear seems at times +almost human; he can stand and even +walk erect; he will cry and groan +very like a man when hurt, and there +are those who say that he laughs. In +the old stories the Bears are a powerful +nation; and there is a young man, +perhaps the same one I told you of before, +who is said to have been living among +them at one time with his wife, Woshpee, +and their little son."</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE LAUGH-MAKER</div> + +<p>The village of the Bears was a large +one, and the people were well-fed and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> +prosperous. Upon certain days, a herald +went the round of the lodges, announcing +in a loud voice that the time had come to +"go a-laughing." Not a Bear was left +in the village at such times, for every one +went, old and young, sick and well, the +active and the lame. Only the stranger +remained at home, although his wife, +Woshpee, always went with her kinsfolk, +for somehow he did not feel inclined to +"go a-laughing;" and he kept with him +his little son, who was half Bear and half +human.</p> + +<p>One day, however, a curiosity seized +him to know what this laughing business +might be. He took his boy and followed +the Bears at a distance, not choosing to +be seen. Their trail led to the shore of +the Great Water, and when he had come as +near as he could without exposing himself, +he climbed a tall pine from whose bushy +top he could observe all that took place.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span></p> + +<p>The gathering of the Bears was on a +deep bay that jutted inland. Its rocky +shores were quite black with them, and +as soon as all had become quiet, an old +Bear advanced to the water's edge and +called in a loud voice:</p> + +<p>"E-ha-we-cha-ye-la, e-ha-un-he-pee +lo! (Laugh-maker, we are come to +laugh!)"</p> + +<p>When he had called four times, a small +object appeared in the midst of the water +and began to swim toward the shore. +By and by the strange creature sprawled +and clambered out upon a solitary rock +that stood partly above the water.</p> + +<p>The Laugh-maker was hairless and +wrinkled like a new-born child; it had the +funniest feet, or hands, or flippers, with +which it tried to walk, but only tumbled +and flopped about. In the water it was +graceful enough, but on dry land so ungainly +and ridiculous that the vast concourse<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> +of Bears was thrown into fits of +hysterical laughter.</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha, ha! Waugh, waugh!" they +roared, lifting their ugly long muzzles and +opening their gaping jaws. Some of +them could no longer hold on to the +boughs of the trees, or the rocks on which +they had perched, and came tumbling +down on the heads of the crowd, adding +much to the fun. Every motion of the +little "Laugh-maker" produced fresh +roars of immoderate laughter.</p> + +<p>At last the Bears grew weak and helpless +with laughing. Hundreds of them +sprawled out upon the sand, quite unable +to rise. Then the old man again advanced +and cried out:</p> + +<p>"E-ha-we-cha-ye-la, wan-na e-ha un-ta-pe +ktay do! (Laugh-maker, we are +almost dead with laughing!)" Upon +this the little creature swam back into +deep water and disappeared.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p> + +<p>Now the stranger was not at all amused +and in fact could see nothing to laugh at. +When all the Bears had got up and dispersed +to their homes he came down from +the tree with his little son, and the child +wished to imitate his great-grandfather +Bear. He went out alone on the sandy +beach and began to call in his piping +voice:</p> + +<p>"Laugh-maker, we are come to laugh!"</p> + +<p>When he had called four times, the +little creature again showed its smooth +black head above the water.</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha, ha! Why don't you laugh, +papa? It is so funny!" the boy cried +out breathlessly.</p> + +<p>But his father looked on soberly while +the thing went through all its usual +antics, and the little boy laughed harder +and harder, until at last he rolled and +rolled on the sandy beach, almost dead +with laughter.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Papa," he gasped, "if you do not +stop this funny thing I shall die!"</p> + +<p>Then the father picked up his bow and +strung it. He gave one more look at his +boy, who was gasping for breath; then he +fitted a sharp arrow to the bow and +pierced the little Laugh-maker to the +heart. He went out and took the skin, +and they returned in silence to the camp +of the Bears.</p> + +<p>Now the next time that the herald +called upon the Bears to "go a-laughing," +the skin of the Laugh-maker was almost +dry, but they knew nothing of it. They +went away as usual, and left the young +man alone with his son. But he, knowing +that his wife's kinsfolk would kill him +when they discovered what he had done, +took the skin for a quiver and went +homeward with his child.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">TWENTY-SECOND EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE RUNAWAYS</h3> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="TWENTY-SECOND_EVENING" id="TWENTY-SECOND_EVENING"></a>TWENTY-SECOND EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">S</span><span class="upper">ome</span> say," remarks Grandfather,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> +"that the hero of the story I +am about to tell you is the same +as the kind-hearted young man of whom +you heard not long ago—Mashtinna, the +Rabbit. You will remember that he was +uncommonly handsome as well as generous. +This time he falls in love, and +there is a wicked old woman in the way; +but you will learn some day that true +love is able to defy and to outwit all its +enemies!"</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE RUNAWAYS</div> + +<p>There was once a young man who had +journeyed a long way from home in +search of adventure. One day he came<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> +to a strange village on the border of +a great wood, but while yet some distance +from the lodges, he happened to glance +upward. In the boughs of a tree just +above his head he saw a light scaffold, +and on the scaffold a maiden sitting at +her needle-work.</p> + +<p>Instead of boldly entering the village, +as he had intended, the youth walked on +a little way, then turned and again passed +under the tree. He did this several +times, and each time he looked up, for +the girl was the prettiest that he had +ever seen.</p> + +<p>He did not show himself to the people, +but for several days he lingered on the +borders of the wood, and at last he ventured +to speak with the maiden and to +ask her to be his wife. She did not seem +to be at all unwilling; however, she said +to him:</p> + +<p>"You must be very careful, for my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span> +grandmother does not wish me to marry. +She is a very wicked old woman, and +has thus far succeeded in killing every +one of my suitors."</p> + +<p>"In that case, we must run away," the +young man replied. "To-night, when +your grandmother is asleep, pull up some +of the tent-pins and come out. I shall +be waiting for you!"</p> + +<p>The girl did as he had said, and that +same night they fled together and by +morning were far from the village.</p> + +<p>However, the maiden kept looking over +her shoulder as if fearing pursuit, and at +last her lover said to her:</p> + +<p>"Why do you continue to look behind +you? They will not have missed you +until daylight, and it is quite certain now +that no one can overtake us!"</p> + +<p>"Ah," she replied, "my grandmother +has powerful magic! She can cover +a whole day's journey at one step,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> +and I am convinced that she is upon +our trail."</p> + +<p>"In that case, you shall see that I too +know something of magic," returned the +young man. Forthwith he threw down +one of his mittens, and lo! their trail was +changed to the trail of a Buffalo. He +threw down the other mitten, and it became +the carcass of a Buffalo lying at the +end of the trail.</p> + +<p>"She will follow thus far and no farther," +he declared; but the maiden +shook her head, and ceased not from time +to time to glance over her shoulder as +they hastened onward.</p> + +<p>In truth it was not long till she perceived +the old woman in the distance, +coming on with great strides and shaking +her cane and her gray head at the runaways.</p> + +<p>"Now it is my turn!" the girl exclaimed, +and threw down her comb, which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> +became a thick forest behind the fleeing +ones, so that the angry old woman was +held back by the dense underbrush.</p> + +<p>When she had come out of the forest +at last and was again gaining upon them, +the girl threw her awl over her shoulder +and it became a chain of mountains with +high peaks and sharp precipices, so that +the grandmother was kept back longer +than before. Nevertheless, her magic +was strong, and she still struggled on +after the lovers.</p> + +<p>In the meantime, they had come to +the bank of a river both wide and deep, +and here they stood for a while doubting +how they should cross, for there was +neither boat nor ford. However, there +were two Cranes near by, and to these +the young man addressed himself.</p> + +<p>"My friends," said he, "I beg of you +to stand on the opposite banks of this +river and stretch your necks across, so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span> +that we may cross in safety! Only do +this, and I will give to each of you a +fine ornament for your breast, and long +fringes on your leggings, so that you will +hereafter be called the handsomest of +birds!"</p> + +<div class="microspace"> </div> +<div class="image"> +<a name="i200" id="i200"></a><img src="images/i200.jpg" width="600" height="220" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + +<p>The Cranes were willing to oblige, and +they stood thus with their beaks touching +over the stream, so that the lovers +crossed on their long necks in safety.</p> + +<p>"Now," exclaimed the young man, "I +must ask of you one more favor! If an +old woman should come down to the river +and seek your help, place your heads +together once more as if to allow her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> +to cross, but when she is half way over +you must draw back and let her fall in +mid-stream. Do this, and I promise +you that you shall never be in want!"</p> + +<p>In a little while the old woman came +down to the river, quite out of breath, +and more angry than before. As soon +as she noticed the two Cranes, she began +to scold and order them about.</p> + +<p>"Come here, you long-necks, you ungainly +creatures, come and help me over +this river!" she cried.</p> + +<p>The two Cranes again stood beak to +beak, but when the wicked grandmother +had crossed half way they pulled in their +necks and into the water she went, +screaming out threats and abuse as she +whirled through the air. The current +swept her quickly away and she was +drowned, for there is no magic so strong +that it will prevail against true love.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></div> + +<h2 class="chapter3">TWENTY-THIRD EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE GIRL WHO MARRIED THE STAR</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="TWENTY-THIRD_EVENING" id="TWENTY-THIRD_EVENING"></a>TWENTY-THIRD EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="upper">h,</span> here is our little Humming-bird,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span> +always the first to raise +the door-flap!" is the old +teacher's pleasant greeting.</p> + +<p>"That is because I do not want to +lose one word of your good stories, +Grandfather," murmurs the little maiden, +with her pretty, upward glance and +bashful smile.</p> + +<p>"I have one for you to-night that +ought to please you," he answers thoughtfully. +"You know the shining Star +people in the heavens above us—you +have gazed upon them and doubtless +dreamed that you were among them. +We believe them to be a higher race +than ours. Listen, then, to my story."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span></p> + + +<div class="center2">THE GIRL WHO MARRIED THE STAR</div> + +<p>There were once two sisters who lived +alone in an uninhabited place. This +was a long time ago, when the tribes +upon earth were few, and the animal +people were friendly to man. The name +of one of the girls was Earth, and the +other was called Water.</p> + +<p>All their food was brought to them by +their animal friends. The Bears supplied +them with nuts, berries and wild turnips, +and the Bees brought combs dripping +with honey. They ate no flesh, for that +would be to take life. They dwelt in a +lodge made of birch-bark, and their beds +were mats woven of rushes.</p> + +<p>One clear, summer night the girls lay +awake upon their beds, looking up +through the smoke-hole of their wigwam +and telling one another all their thoughts.</p> + +<p>"Sister," said the Earth, "I have seen<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> +a handsome young man in my dreams, +and it seemed to me that he came from +up yonder!"</p> + +<p>"I too have seen a man in my dreams," +replied her sister, "and he was a great +brave."</p> + +<p>"Do you not think these bright stars +above us are the sky men of whom we +have dreamed?" suggested the Earth.</p> + +<p>"If that is true, sister, and it may be +true," said the Water, "I choose that +brightest Star for my husband!"</p> + +<p>"And I," declared her sister, "choose for +my husband that little twinkling Star!"</p> + +<p>By and by the sisters slept; and when +they awoke, they found themselves in +the sky! The husband of the elder sister +who had chosen the bright star was an +old warrior with a shining name, but the +husband of the younger girl was a fine-looking +young man, who had as yet no +great reputation.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span></p> + +<p>The Star men were kind to their wives, +who lived very happily in their new +home. One day they went out to dig +wild turnips, and the old warrior said to +his wife:</p> + +<p>"When you are digging, you must not +hit the ground too hard!"</p> + +<p>The younger man also warned his wife, +saying:</p> + +<p>"Do not hit the ground too hard!"</p> + +<p>However, the Earth forgot, and in her +haste she struck the ground so hard with +the sharp-pointed stick with which she +dug turnips, that the floor of the sky was +broken and she fell through.</p> + +<p>Two very old people found the poor +girl lying in the meadow.</p> + +<p>They kindly made for her a little wigwam +of pine boughs, and brought ferns for +her bed. The old woman nursed her as +well as she could, but she did nothing but +wail and cry.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Let me go to him!" she begged. +"I cannot live without my husband!"</p> + +<p>Night came, and the stars appeared in +the sky as usual. Only the little twinkling +Star did not appear, for he was +now a widower and had painted his face +quite black.</p> + +<p>The poor wife waited for him a long +time, but he did not come, because he +could not. At last she slept, and dreamed +she saw a tiny red Star in the sky that +had not been there before.</p> + +<p>"Ah!" said she, "that is Red Star, +my son!"</p> + +<p>In the morning she found at her side +a pretty little boy, a Star Boy, who +afterward grew to be a handsome young +man and had many adventures. His +guides by night through the pathless +woods were the Star children of his +mother's sister, his cousins in the sky.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></div> + +<h2 class="chapter3">TWENTY-FOURTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">NORTH WIND AND STAR BOY</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span></div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="TWENTY-FOURTH_EVENING" id="TWENTY-FOURTH_EVENING"></a>TWENTY-FOURTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="quotem">"</span><span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="upper">un,</span> hun, hay! Old man<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> +Wazeya, the North Wind, is +again on the war-path! You +are brave children to come out to-night! +See, he shakes his downy feather robe, +and the little snow-flakes fly fast and +faster! He gives his war-whoop, and +cowards seek the safe shelter of their +own wigwams. You are no cowards, +I am sure of that, so I shall tell you +of the battle between Wazeya and one +of our great heroes, the son of a mortal +maiden and a Star."</p> + + +<div class="center2">NORTH WIND AND STAR BOY</div> + +<p>In the very old days at the beginning +of things, Star Boy went about the world<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> +as a champion, defending all feeble folk +against the attacks of their enemies.</p> + +<p>The champion was so strong that he +could not bend his bow of wood without +breaking it, therefore he armed himself +with a bone bow, a bone knife and a +stone war-club.</p> + +<p>One day, he came to the village of the +Frogs, who poured out of their lodges to +meet him and set before him food, but no +water. "He who goes to the water," +said they, "never returns. A great warrior +lies there who has swallowed many of +us alive, and now we are perishing of +thirst!"</p> + +<p>Star Boy himself was so thirsty that +after he had eaten, he went down to the +water, and was instantly swallowed by +Tamahay, the Pickerel. But with his +bone knife he slashed the Pickerel in the +gills and escaped; after which he warned +the big fish, saying: "Be careful how you wantonly destroy +this people, for some day they will be +used to destroy you!"</p> + +<div class="microspace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span></div> +<div class="image"> +<a name="i215" id="i215"></a><img src="images/i215.jpg" width="509" height="360" alt="STAR BOY ATTACKED BY HINHAN, THE OWL. + +Page 215" title="" /> +<br /> +<span class="caption">STAR BOY ATTACKED BY HINHAN, THE OWL.</span> +<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;"><i>Page 215</i></span> +</div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span></div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + +<p style="margin-top: 1.5em;">He then went on his way, as far as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> +another village of Little People, who complained +that they had no fire-wood.</p> + +<p>"We dare not go to the wood any +more," they said, "for there a fierce +warrior lives who swoops down from +above and devours us!"</p> + +<p>Star Boy at once went to the wood, +where he was attacked by Hinhan, the Owl. +Him he easily conquered with his stone +war-club. "Because of your cruelty," +he said to the Owl, "the sun shall blind +you hereafter, so that you can hunt only +in the dark, when the Mouse people are +advised to take to their holes and hiding-places."</p> + +<p>Now Star Boy travelled northward, +until he had reached the very northernmost +country, and in that far land he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> +found a people in great distress. That +was because they feared Wazeya, the +North Wind, who drove away the buffalo +herds so that they had no meat. "And +when he points his finger at one of us," +said they, "that man dies!"</p> + +<p>"Come, let us hunt the buffalo!" +said Star Boy to them; and although +they were starving, they were afraid +and unwilling to go. However, he made +some of the men go out with him, and +upon the open plain they met with North +Wind, who at once challenged the champion +to do battle. The two rushed upon +one another with great fury, and in the +first onset Star Boy broke the bow of +North Wind; but in the second, Star +Boy was overthrown and lay as one dead.</p> + +<p>However, after a time he got up again, +and they met for the third bout, when lo! +neither could prevail against the other, +so that in the midst of the fight they were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> +obliged to sit upon a snowbank to rest. +Star Boy sat upon his calf-skin and +fanned himself with an eagle-wing, and +immediately the snow began to melt +and the North Wind was forced to retreat. +Before he went away, he made a +treaty of peace with Star Boy, promising +to come to earth for half the year only, +and to give timely warning of his approach, +so that the people might prepare +for his coming and lay up food against the +day of scarcity. By this means the winter +and summer were established among us.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span></div> + +<h2 class="chapter3">TWENTY-FIFTH EVENING</h2> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span></div> +<h3 class="chapter2">THE TEN VIRGINS</h3> + + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="TWENTY-FIFTH_EVENING" id="TWENTY-FIFTH_EVENING"></a>TWENTY-FIFTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="upper">he</span> strong sun of March still<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> +hovers over the deep blue lake, +and last night's snow flurry has +quite vanished from the pleasant, brown +face of our Grandmother Earth, when +the children arrive at Smoky Day's wide-open +doorway. There is a tang in the +air and a stir in the blood to-night that +moves the old man to tell a tale of youth +and adventure. And this is the tale:</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE TEN VIRGINS</div> + +<p>There were once two brothers who +loved one maiden, and it appeared that +the younger brother was the favorite. +One day, the jealous elder invited his +brother to go hunting with him upon an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> +island in the great lake, a day's journey +in canoes from their village.</p> + +<p>No sooner had they touched shore than +the elder said:</p> + +<p>"Do you go to the other end of the +island, and I will drive the Deer toward +you!"</p> + +<p>The other obeyed; but although he +waited a long time on the further side, +no Deer appeared, nor did he see anything +of his brother. At last he returned through +the woods to the spot where they had +landed; and behold! the canoe with his +brother was almost out of sight on the +blue waters of the lake.</p> + +<p>The young man, thus abandoned, wandered +about the island for many days, +living upon the game which he found there +in abundance. He had grown very lonely +and tired of his solitary life, when one day +a strange old man with long, white hair +appeared on the shore.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span></p> + +<p>"My son," said he, "you look unhappy! +Tell me if there is anything you +wish for."</p> + +<p>"I want nothing except to cross the +water to the mainland," replied the +young man, "but I have no boat nor the +means of making one."</p> + +<p>"Get upon my back, and I will take +you over in safety," returned the patriarch. +Accordingly he took him upon his back +and swam across the lake with his burden.</p> + +<p>Now the young man was grateful to +his rescuer and he no longer cared to +return to his own people and to the +brother who had betrayed him, therefore +he went with the old man to his wigwam +to hunt for him.</p> + +<p>One day, when he was out hunting as +usual, he thought he heard the far-off, +musical sound of girls' laughter from the +depths of the forest. He turned in the +direction of the sound and soon came<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> +upon a broad trail, which he followed until +he was overtaken by nine young men, +all running eagerly along the same trail.</p> + +<p>They at once made him join their company, +saying that they had needed just +one more to complete their number. The +ten hastened on, and presently they overtook +ten beautiful young damsels. Night +fell, and they all went into camp together +on the shore of the great lake.</p> + +<p>The girls were very friendly and chatted +pleasantly with the young men during +the evening, until each party retired to +sleep under a hurriedly made arbor of +green boughs.</p> + +<p>Very early in the morning the youths +awoke; but lo! their companions had +vanished, and they could see only the +flash of a distant paddle where lake met +sky at the far-off horizon line.</p> + +<div class="microspace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span></div> +<div class="image border2" style="width: 569px; height: 377px;"> +<a name="i227" id="i227"></a><img src="images/i227.jpg" width="569" height="377" alt="SHE TOOK UP HANDSFUL OF ASHES TO THROW INTO THEIR FACES. + +Page 227" title="" /> +<span class="caption">SHE TOOK UP HANDSFUL OF ASHES TO THROW INTO THEIR FACES.</span> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="captionr">[<i>Page 227</i></span> +</div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span></div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + +<p style="margin-top: 2.5em;">There was no boat, and they were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span> +about to go back in despair, when the young man who had last joined the party +spied a little mussel shell at the edge of +the water, and invited them to step in. +At first they were doubtful and hung +back; but in the end one ventured and +stepped into the shell, which bore up his +weight. Then another and another followed, +until the ten men stood upon the +shell, which had become a fine large +canoe, and carried them all in safety to +the opposite shore.</p> + +<p>There they beheld the great white +wigwam in which dwelt the ten virgins +with their grandmother, who was a +wicked old witch.</p> + +<p>As soon as she saw the young men she +took up handfuls of ashes to throw into +their faces, and one after another fell +senseless at her feet.</p> + +<p>Last of all came the fortunate younger +brother. He had borrowed the weapons +of the old man with whom he lived, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> +it chanced that this man was a greater +wonder-worker even than the witch. +Therefore he had merely turned toward +her his magic shield to keep off the +shower of ashes, when the old woman +lost all her power to hurt, and at once +each lusty young man sprang quickly +up to claim his bride.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">TWENTY-SIXTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE MAGIC ARROWS</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span></div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="TWENTY-SIXTH_EVENING" id="TWENTY-SIXTH_EVENING"></a>TWENTY-SIXTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="upper">he</span> wise and old heads among<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span> +the Indians love children's company, +and none is more sorry +than Smoky Day when the village breaks +up for the spring hunt, and story-telling +is over for the season.</p> + +<p>"I hope," he says kindly, "that you +have listened so well to these tales of +our people, and repeated them so often +that you will never forget them!"</p> + +<p>"We have, grandfather, we have!" +they reply in chorus.</p> + +<p>"We must not only remember and +repeat," he continues, "but we must consider +and follow their teachings, for it +is so that these legends that have come +down to us from the old time are kept<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span> +alive by each new generation. There +is much to learn from the story of one who +was so modest that he took the form of a +ragged and homeless little boy, and did +his good deeds in secret."</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE MAGIC ARROWS</div> + +<p>There was once a young man who +wanted to go on a journey. His mother +provided him with sacks of dried meat +and pairs of moccasins, but his father +said to him:</p> + +<p>"Here, my son, are four magic arrows. +When you are in need, shoot one of them!"</p> + +<p>The young man went forth alone, and +hunted in the forest for many days. +Usually he was successful, but a day +came when he was hungry and could not +find meat. Then he sent forth one of the +magic arrows, and at the end of the day +there lay a fat Bear with the arrow in +his side. The hunter cut out the tongue<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> +for his meal, and of the body of the Bear +he made a thank-offering to the Great +Mystery.</p> + +<div class="microspace"> </div> +<div class="image"> +<a name="i235" id="i235"></a><img src="images/i235.jpg" width="550" height="466" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + +<p>Again he was in need, and again in the +morning he shot a magic arrow, and at +nightfall beside his camp-fire he found +an Elk lying with the arrow in his heart. +Once more he ate the tongue and offered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> +up the body as a sacrifice. The third time +he killed a Moose with his arrow, and the +fourth time a Buffalo.</p> + +<p>After the fourth arrow had been spent, +the young man came one day out of the +forest, and before him there lay a great +circular village of skin lodges. At one +side, and some little way from the rest of +the people, he noticed a small and poor +tent where an old couple lived all alone. +At the edge of the wood he took off his +clothes and hid them in a hollow tree. +Then, touching the top of his head with +his staff, he turned himself into a little +ragged boy and went toward the poor tent.</p> + +<p>The old woman saw him coming, and +said to her old man: "Old man, let us +keep this little boy for our own! He +seems to be a fine, bright-eyed little fellow, +and we are all alone."</p> + +<p>"What are you thinking of, old +woman?" grumbled the old man. "We<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span> +can hardly keep ourselves, and yet you +talk of taking in a ragged little scamp +from nobody knows where!"</p> + +<p>In the meantime the boy had come +quite near, and the old wife beckoned to +him to enter the lodge.</p> + +<p>"Sit down, my grandson, sit down!" +she said, kindly; and, in spite of the old +man's black looks, she handed him a +small dish of parched corn, which was +all the food they had.</p> + +<p>The boy ate and stayed on. By and +by he said to the old woman: "Grandmother, +I should like to have grandfather +make me some arrows!"</p> + +<p>"You hear, my old man?" said she. +"It will be very well for you to make +some little arrows for the boy."</p> + +<p>"And why should I make arrows for a +strange little ragged boy?" grumbled the +old man.</p> + +<p>However, he made two or three, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> +the boy went hunting. In a short time +he returned with several small birds. The +old woman took them and pulled off the +feathers, thanking him and praising him +as she did so. She quickly made the little +birds into soup, of which the old man ate +gladly, and with the soft feathers she +stuffed a small pillow.</p> + +<p>"You have done well, my grandson!" +he said; for they were really very poor.</p> + +<p>Not long after, the boy said to his +adopted grandmother: "Grandmother, +when you see me at the edge of the wood +yonder, you must call out: 'A Bear! +there goes a Bear!'"</p> + +<p>This she did, and the boy again sent +forth one of the magic arrows, which he +had taken from the body of his game and +kept by him. No sooner had he shot, +than he saw the same Bear that he had +offered up, lying before him with the +arrow in his side!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span></p> + +<p>Now there was great rejoicing in the +lodge of the poor old couple. While they +were out skinning the Bear and cutting +the meat in thin strips to dry, the boy +sat alone in the lodge. In the pot on +the fire was the Bear's tongue, which he +wanted for himself.</p> + +<p>All at once a young girl stood in the +doorway. She drew her robe modestly +before her face as she said in a low voice:</p> + +<p>"I come to borrow the mortar of your +grandmother!"</p> + +<p>The boy gave her the mortar, and also +a piece of the tongue which he had +cooked, and she went away.</p> + +<p>When all of the Bear meat was gone, the +boy sent forth a second arrow and killed +an Elk, and with the third and fourth +he shot the Moose and the Buffalo as +before, each time recovering his arrow.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span></p> + +<div class="microspace"> </div> +<div class="image"> +<a name="i240" id="i240"></a><img src="images/i240.jpg" width="540" height="600" alt="" title="" /> +</div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + +<p>Soon after, he heard that the people of +the large village were in trouble. A great +Red Eagle, it was said, flew over the village +every day at dawn, and the people +believed that it was a bird of evil omen, +for they no longer had any success in hunt<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span>ing. +None of their braves had been able +to shoot the Eagle, and the chief had offered +his only daughter in marriage to the +man who should kill it.</p> + +<p>When the boy heard this, he went out +early the next morning and lay in wait +for the Red Eagle. At the touch of his +magic arrow, it fell at his feet, and the +boy pulled out his arrow and went home +without speaking to any one.</p> + +<p>But the thankful people followed him +to the poor little lodge, and when they +had found him, they brought the chief's +beautiful daughter to be his wife. Lo, +she was the girl who had come to borrow +his grandmother's mortar!</p> + +<p>Then he went back to the hollow tree +where his clothes were hidden, and came +back a handsome young man, richly +dressed for his wedding.</p> + + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span></div> +<hr /> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span></div> +<h2 class="chapter3">TWENTY-SEVENTH EVENING</h2> + +<h3 class="chapter2">THE GHOST WIFE</h3> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span></div> + + + +<hr /> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<h2 class="chapter"><a name="TWENTY-SEVENTH_EVENING" id="TWENTY-SEVENTH_EVENING"></a>TWENTY-SEVENTH EVENING</h2> + + +<p><span class="dropcap">O</span><span class="upper">n</span> this last evening, the children<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> +are told to be especially +quiet, and to listen reverently +and earnestly, "for these are the +greater things of which I am about to +tell you," says their old teacher.</p> + +<p>"You have heard that the Great +Mystery is everywhere. He is in the +earth and the water, heat and cold, rocks +and trees, sun and sky; and He is also +in us. When the spirit departs, that too +is a mystery, and therefore we do not +speak aloud the name of the dead. There +are wonders all about us, and within, but +if we are quiet and obedient to the voice of +the spirit, sometime we may understand +these mysteries!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span></p> + +<p>It is thus the old sage concludes his +lessons, and over all the circle there is a +hush of loving reverence.</p> + + +<div class="center2">THE GHOST WIFE</div> + +<p>There was once a young man who +loved to be alone, and who often stayed +away from the camp for days at a time, +when it was said that Wolves, Bears and +other wild creatures joined him in his +rovings.</p> + +<p>He was once seen with several Deer +about him, petting and handling them; +but when the Deer discovered the presence +of a stranger, they snorted with fear and +quickly vanished. It was supposed that +he had learned their language. All the +birds answered his call, and even those +fairy-like creatures of the air, the butterflies, +would come to him freely and +alight upon his body.</p> + +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span></div> +<div class="image border2" style="width: 530px; height: 388px;"> +<a name="i247" id="i247"></a><img src="images/i247.jpg" width="530" height="388" alt="HE WAS ONCE SEEN WITH SEVERAL DEER ABOUT HIM, PETTING AND HANDLING THEM. + +Page 247" title="" /> +<span class="caption">HE WAS ONCE SEEN WITH SEVERAL DEER ABOUT HIM, PETTING AND HANDLING THEM.</span> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="captionr">[<i>Page 247</i></span> +</div> +<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span></div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> +<div class="minispace"> </div> + +<p style="margin-top: 3.5em;">One day, as he was lying in the meadow among the wild flowers, completely<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span> +covered with butterflies of the most +brilliant hues, as if it were a gorgeous +cloak that he was wearing, there suddenly +appeared before him a beautiful +young girl.</p> + +<p>The youth was startled, for he knew her +face. He had seen her often; it was the +chiefs daughter, the prettiest maiden in +the village, who had died ten days before!</p> + +<p>The truth was that she had loved this +young man in secret, but he had given no +thought to her, for he cared only for the +wild creatures and had no mind for +human ways. Now, as she stood silently +before him with downcast eyes, he looked +upon her pure face and graceful form, +and there awoke in his heart the love +that he had never felt before.</p> + +<p>"But she is a spirit now!" he said to +himself sorrowfully, and dared not speak +to her.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span></p> + +<p>However, she smiled archly upon him, +in his strange and beautiful garment, +for she read his thoughts. Toward sunset, +the butterflies flew away, and with +them the ghost maiden departed.</p> + +<p>After this the young man was absent +more than ever, and no one knew that +the spirit of the maiden came to him in +the deep woods. He built for her a lodge +of pine boughs, and there she would +come to cook his venison and to mend his +moccasins, and sit with him beside his +lonely camp-fire.</p> + +<p>But at last he was not content with +this and begged her to go with him to the +village, for his mother and kinsfolk would +not allow him to remain always away +from them.</p> + +<p>"Ah, my spirit wife," he begged, "can +you not return with me to my people, so +that I may have a home in their sight?"</p> + +<p>"It may be so," she replied thought<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span>fully, +"if you will carefully observe my +conditions. First, we must pitch our +tent a little apart from the rest of the +people. Second, you must patiently +bear with my absences and the strangeness +of my behavior, for I can only visit +them and they me in the night time. +Third, you must never raise your voice +in our teepee, and above all, let me never +hear you speak roughly to a child in my +presence!"</p> + +<p>"All these I will observe faithfully," +replied the young husband.</p> + +<p>Now it happened that after a longer +absence than usual, he was seen to come +home with a wife. They pitched their tent +some way from the village, and the people +saw at a distance the figure of a graceful +young woman moving about the solitary +white teepee. But whenever any of his +relatives approached to congratulate him +and to bid her welcome, she would take<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span> +up her axe and go forth into the forest as +if to cut wood for her fire, or with her +bucket for water.</p> + +<p>At night, however, they came to see +the young couple and found her at home, +but it appeared very strange that she did +not speak to any of them, not even by +signs, though she smiled so graciously +and sweetly that they all loved her. +Her husband explained that the girl was +of another race who have these strange +ways, and by and by the people became +used to them, and even ceased to wonder +why they could never find her at home in +the day time.</p> + +<p>So they lived happily together, and in +due time children came to them; first +a boy, and a little girl afterward. But +one night the father came home tired and +hungry from the hunt, and the little one +cried loudly and would not be quieted. +Then for the first time he forgot his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> +promise and spoke angrily to the mother +and child.</p> + +<p>Instantly the fire went out and the +tent was dark.</p> + +<p>When he had kindled the fire again, +he saw that he was alone, nor did tears +and searchings avail to find his wife and +children. 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