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+<h1>The Project Gutenberg eBook of Wigwam Evenings, by Charles Alexander
+Eastman and Elaine Goodale Eastman</h1>
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+<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>&nbsp;</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>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="nanospace">&nbsp;</div>
+<h1>WIGWAM EVENINGS</h1>
+
+<h2>SIOUX FOLK TALES RETOLD</h2>
+
+<div class="microspace">&nbsp;</div>
+<h3>BY CHARLES A. EASTMAN<br />
+(<i>Ohiyesa</i>)<br />
+AND ELAINE GOODALE EASTMAN</h3>
+
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</div>
+<h4><i>Illustrated by Edwin Willard Deming</i></h4>
+
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</div>
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</div>
+<h3>BOSTON<br />
+LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY<br />
+1928</h3>
+
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</div>
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</div>
+<h4><span class="smcap">Printed in the United States of America</span></h4>
+<hr />
+
+<div class="nanospace">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</div>
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</div>
+<hr />
+<div class="nanospace">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</div>
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</div>
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</div>
+<div class="microspace">&nbsp;</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&mdash;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&mdash;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">&nbsp;</div>
+<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</div>
+<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2>
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</div>
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</div>
+<h1>WIGWAM EVENINGS</h1>
+
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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.
+
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+<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">&nbsp;</div>
+<div class="microspace">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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&mdash;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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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&mdash;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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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&mdash;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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</div>
+<div class="microspace">&nbsp;</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&mdash;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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</div>
+<div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></div>
+
+
+
+<hr />
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</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&mdash;we must be ever watchful;
+our ears&mdash;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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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&mdash;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&mdash;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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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&mdash;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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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&mdash;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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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&mdash;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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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&mdash;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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</div>
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</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">&nbsp;</div>
+<div class="minispace">&nbsp;</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
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+
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+tent was dark.</p>
+
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+children. Alas, they were gone from him
+forever!</p>
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook of Wigwam Evenings, by Charles Alexander
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+Title: Wigwam Evenings
+       Sioux Folk Tales Retold
+
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+Author: Charles Alexander Eastman and Elaine Goodale Eastman
+
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+WIGWAM EVENINGS
+
+Sioux Folk Tales Retold
+
+by
+
+CHARLES A. EASTMAN (_Ohiyesa_) and ELAINE GOODALE EASTMAN
+
+Illustrated by Edwin Willard Deming
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+BOSTON
+LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
+1928
+
+Copyright, 1909,
+by Little, Brown, and Company
+All rights reserved
+
+Printed in the United States of America
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE STRANGER WATCHES THE LAUGH-MAKER AND THE BEARS.
+
+FRONTISPIECE. _See page 189_]
+
+
+
+
+_BOOKS BY CHARLES A. EASTMAN_
+
+
+ INDIAN BOYHOOD
+
+ FROM THE DEEP WOODS TO CIVILIZATION
+
+ OLD INDIAN DAYS
+
+ INDIAN SCOUT TALKS
+
+ INDIAN HEROES AND GREAT CHIEFTAINS
+
+
+_In Collaboration with ELAINE G. EASTMAN_
+
+ WIGWAM EVENINGS
+
+
+
+
+NOTE
+
+
+_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._
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE
+
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+                                                               E. G. E.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+
+ EVENINGS                                                         PAGE
+
+ FIRST           THE BUFFALO AND THE FIELD-MOUSE                     1
+
+ SECOND          THE FROGS AND THE CRANE                            15
+
+ THIRD           THE EAGLE AND THE BEAVER                           25
+
+ FOURTH          THE WAR PARTY                                      31
+
+ FIFTH           THE FALCON AND THE DUCK                            39
+
+ SIXTH           THE RACCOON AND THE BEE-TREE                       49
+
+ SEVENTH         THE BADGER AND THE BEAR                            61
+
+ EIGHTH          THE GOOD-LUCK TOKEN                                71
+
+ NINTH           UNKTOMEE AND HIS BUNDLE OF SONGS                   79
+
+ TENTH           UNKTOMEE AND THE ELK                               89
+
+ ELEVENTH        THE FESTIVAL OF THE LITTLE PEOPLE                  99
+
+ TWELFTH         EYA THE DEVOURER                                  107
+
+ THIRTEENTH      THE WARS OF WA-KEE-YAN AND UNK-TAY-HEE            115
+
+ FOURTEENTH      THE LITTLE BOY MAN                                123
+
+ FIFTEENTH       THE RETURN OF THE LITTLE BOY MAN                  131
+
+ SIXTEENTH       THE FIRST BATTLE                                  139
+
+ SEVENTEENTH     THE BELOVED OF THE SUN                            147
+
+ EIGHTEENTH      WOOD-CHOPPER AND BERRY-PICKER                     155
+
+ NINETEENTH      THE SON-IN-LAW                                    165
+
+ TWENTIETH       THE COMRADES                                      175
+
+ TWENTY-FIRST    THE LAUGH-MAKER                                   185
+
+ TWENTY-SECOND   THE RUNAWAYS                                      193
+
+ TWENTY-THIRD    THE GIRL WHO MARRIED THE STAR                     203
+
+ TWENTY-FOURTH   NORTH WIND AND STAR BOY                           211
+
+ TWENTY-FIFTH    THE TEN VIRGINS                                   221
+
+ TWENTY-SIXTH    THE MAGIC ARROWS                                  231
+
+ TWENTY-SEVENTH  THE GHOST-WIFE                                    243
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+
+                                                                       PAGE
+
+ THE STRANGER WATCHES THE LAUGH-MAKER AND THE BEARS          _Frontispiece_
+
+ SMOKY DAY TELLING TALES OF OLD DAYS AROUND HIS FIRE                      5
+
+ JUST THEN A FOX CREPT UP BEHIND THE CRANE                               23
+
+ THE FALCON CHASES THE OLD DRAKE                                         43
+
+ "COME DOWN, FRIENDS!" CALLED THE RACCOON                                54
+
+ SO THEY RAN AND THEY RAN OUT OF THE WOODS ON TO THE
+ SHINING WHITE BEACH                                                     57
+
+ "I WOULD NOT TROUBLE YOU," SAID HE, "BUT MY LITTLE
+ FOLKS ARE STARVING"                                                     67
+
+ "OH, THAT IS ONLY A BUNDLE OF OLD SONGS," REPLIED
+ UNKTOMEE                                                                83
+
+ TANAGELA AND HER LITTLE BROTHER                                         91
+
+ WITH HIS LONG SPEAR HE STABBED EACH OF THE MONSTERS                    129
+
+ HE CAME TO A LITTLE HUT WHERE LIVED AN OLD BEAR                        162
+
+ "DO NOT SHOOT A WHITE DEER WHEN YOU SEE HIM COMING
+ TOWARD YOU"                                                            171
+
+ THEY STOOD THUS WITH THEIR BEAKS TOUCHING OVER THE STREAM              200
+
+ STAR BOY ATTACKED BY HINHAN, THE OWL                                   215
+
+ SHE TOOK UP HANDSFUL OF ASHES TO THROW INTO THEIR FACES                227
+
+ HE OFFERED UP THE BODY AS A SACRIFICE                                  235
+
+ AT THE TOUCH OF HIS MAGIC ARROW, IT FELL AT HIS FEET                   240
+
+ HE WAS ONCE SEEN WITH SEVERAL DEER ABOUT HIM, PETTING
+ AND HANDLING THEM                                                      247
+
+
+
+
+FIRST EVENING
+
+THE BUFFALO AND THE FIELD-MOUSE
+
+
+
+
+WIGWAM EVENINGS
+
+
+
+
+FIRST EVENING
+
+
+The cold December moon is just 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.
+
+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, in the hard-frozen snow.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Grandmother, we have come to hear a story," she murmurs. "I have
+brought you a sun-dried buffalo-tongue, grandmother!"
+
+[Illustration: SMOKY DAY TELLING TALES OF OLD DAYS AROUND HIS FIRE.
+
+_Page 5_]
+
+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 a serious voice:
+
+"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.
+
+"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.
+
+"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.
+
+"Let no one ask a question until the story is finished."
+
+
+THE BUFFALO AND THE FIELD-MOUSE
+
+Once upon a time, when the Field-Mouse 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.
+
+"Ho, Friend Buffalo, I challenge you to a fight!" he exclaimed in a
+small, squeaking voice.
+
+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:
+
+"You had better keep still, little one, or I shall come over there and
+step on you, and there will be nothing left!"
+
+"You can't do it!" replied the Mouse.
+
+"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!"
+
+"I dare you to do it!" said the Mouse, provoking him.
+
+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.
+
+"I told you I would step on you, and there would be nothing left!" he
+muttered.
+
+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 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:
+
+"Will you own now that I am master?"
+
+"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.
+
+"Eho!" said he, "I have killed the greatest of all beasts. This will
+show to all that I am master!"
+
+Standing upon the body of the dead Buffalo, he called loudly for a knife
+with which to dress his game.
+
+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.
+
+All at once he thought he heard a distant call: "Bring a knife! Bring a
+knife!"
+
+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 set out
+again and ran as fast as he could.
+
+By and by he came upon the huge body of the Buffalo lying upon the
+ground. The little Mouse still stood upon the body.
+
+"I want you to dress this Buffalo for me and I will give you some of the
+meat," commanded the Mouse.
+
+"Thank you, my friend, I shall be glad to do this for you," he replied,
+politely.
+
+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.
+
+"Please, may I have another piece?" he asked quite humbly.
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"You can take the four feet of the Buffalo. That ought to be enough for
+all of you!"
+
+"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?"
+
+"Why," declared the Mouse, "I have already overpaid you for the little
+work you have done. However, you can take the head, too!"
+
+Thereupon the Fox jumped upon the Mouse, who gave one faint squeak and
+disappeared.
+
+_If you are proud and selfish you will lose all in the end._
+
+
+
+
+SECOND EVENING
+
+THE FROGS AND THE CRANE
+
+
+
+
+SECOND EVENING
+
+
+Again the story-hour is come, 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:
+
+"Han, han; sit down, sit down; that is right, that is very right, my
+grandchild!"
+
+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 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.
+
+"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?"
+
+"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.
+
+"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!"
+
+
+THE FROGS AND THE CRANE
+
+In the heart of the woods there lay a cool, green pond. The shores of
+the 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.
+
+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.
+
+"Kerrump! kerrump! I'm chief of this pond!" croaked a very large
+bullfrog, sitting in the shade of a water lily leaf.
+
+"Kerrump! kerrump! I'm chief of this pond!" replied a hoarse voice from
+the opposite bank.
+
+"Kerrump! kerrump! I'm chief of this pond!" boasted a third old Frog
+from the furthest shore of the pond.
+
+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.
+
+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 a large black water snake, and that made a fair
+meal.
+
+Now he rested awhile on one leg, and listened. The first Frog was
+silent, but from the opposite bank the second Frog croaked boastfully:
+
+"Kerrump! kerrump! I'm chief of this pond!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Just as he had the Frog by one hind leg, the Crane saw something that
+made 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.
+
+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:
+
+"Kerrump! kerrump! I'm chief of this pond!"
+
+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 leg. He croaked and struggled
+in vain, and in another moment he would have gone down the Crane's long
+throat.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But just then a Fox crept up behind the Crane and seized _him_! 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; but he was badly lamed by
+the Crane's strong bill, and he never dared to open his mouth again.
+
+_It is not a wise thing to boast too loudly._
+
+
+
+
+THIRD EVENING
+
+THE EAGLE AND THE BEAVER
+
+
+
+
+THIRD EVENING
+
+
+"No, elder sister, it is not for a 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."
+
+"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!"
+
+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 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.
+
+"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."
+
+
+THE EAGLE AND THE BEAVER
+
+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.
+
+He perched sullenly upon a dead tree near by and kept his eyes steadily
+upon the smooth sheet of water above the dam.
+
+After a time the water was gently stirred and a sleek, brown head
+cautiously appeared above it.
+
+"What right have you," reproached the Beaver-woman, "to disturb thus the
+mother of a peaceful and hard-working people?"
+
+"Ugh, I am hungry," the Eagle replied shortly.
+
+"Then why not do as we do--let other folks alone and work for a living?"
+
+"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!"
+
+"It is true that some people are born trouble-makers," returned the
+Beaver, 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."
+
+So saying, she dove down again to the bottom of the pool.
+
+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.
+
+_Pride alone will not fill the stomach._
+
+
+
+
+FOURTH EVENING
+
+THE WAR-PARTY
+
+
+
+
+FOURTH EVENING
+
+
+There is no greater rudeness 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!
+
+"Although we shall hear again of the animal people," he begins
+pleasantly 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!"
+
+
+THE WAR-PARTY
+
+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.
+
+"Iho!" exclaimed the others, "this one was no warrior!"
+
+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!
+
+"Ah!" declared the five, "it is easy to see that he could not fight!"
+
+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:
+
+"He was no true brave, that one!"
+
+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!
+
+The Dragonfly mourned for his friend. He cried bitterly, and finally
+blew his nose so hard that his slender neck broke in two.
+
+"Ah!" declared the other two, "we are better off without those feeble
+ones!"
+
+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!
+
+They took him to the village, and there the head men held a council to
+decide what should be done with him.
+
+"We will build a fire and roast him alive in the midst of it," one
+proposed.
+
+"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!"
+
+"No," declared another, "we will boil water and throw him into the pot!"
+
+"Hi-i-i!" again cried the Turtle. "I shall dance in the boiling pot,
+and clouds of steam will arise to blind the eyes of the people!"
+
+The counsellors looked doubtfully at one another, and at last one said:
+
+"Why not carry him out to the middle of the lake and drown him?"
+
+Then the Turtle drew in his head and became silent.
+
+"Alas!" he groaned, "that is the only death I fear!"
+
+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!
+
+But the next minute he came up to the top of the water and again uttered
+his war-cry.
+
+"Hi-i-i!" he cried. "Now I am at home!" And he dived and swam wherever
+he would.
+
+This story teaches us that _patience and quick wit are better than
+speed_.
+
+
+
+
+FIFTH EVENING
+
+THE FALCON AND THE DUCK
+
+
+
+
+FIFTH EVENING
+
+
+The boaster is a well-known character 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.
+
+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 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
+
+
+THE FALCON AND THE DUCK
+
+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.
+
+"Wife," said he, "it is now time to take the children southward, to the
+Warm Countries which they have never yet seen!"
+
+Very early the next morning they set out on their long journey, forming
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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. Swinging
+round in a half circle, they dropped lower and lower, ready to alight
+and rest upon the smooth surface of the nearest lake.
+
+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!
+
+"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 heavily to the water's edge with a broken wing.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+One fine day a chattering flock of Mallards alighted quite near him,
+cooling their glossy breasts upon the gentle rippling wave.
+
+"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!"
+
+By these words the Falcon knew his old enemy, and his courage returned.
+
+"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.
+
+"Honk! honk!" screamed all the 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.
+
+_Do not exult too soon; nor is it wise to tell of your brave deeds
+within the hearing of your enemy._
+
+
+
+
+SIXTH EVENING
+
+THE RACCOON AND THE BEE-TREE
+
+
+
+
+SIXTH EVENING
+
+
+"Ho, Chatanna," says the old 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."
+
+"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!"
+
+All the children range themselves around the brightly burning fire, the
+little boys sitting cross-legged, and the girls sideways, like demure
+little women.
+
+Although they do not know it yet, there is a special treat in store for
+them 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.
+
+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
+
+
+THE RACCOON AND THE BEE-TREE
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Huh!" exclaimed the father Skunk. "What do you mean by this, eh?" And
+he stood looking at him defiantly.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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."
+
+"Better be careful where you step next time," grumbled the Skunk, and
+the Raccoon was glad to hurry on.
+
+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.
+
+"Come down, friends!" called the Raccoon. "What are you doing up there?
+Why, I wouldn't harm you for anything!"
+
+"Ugh, you can't fool us," chattered the Squirrels, and the Raccoon went
+on.
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: SO THEY RAN AND THEY RAN OUT OF THE WOODS ON TO THE
+SHINING WHITE BEACH.]
+
+The moon was now bright, and many 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Presently a young Bear came loping out 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.
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+_The midnight hunter steals at his own risk._
+
+
+
+
+SEVENTH EVENING
+
+THE BADGER AND THE BEAR
+
+
+
+
+SEVENTH EVENING
+
+
+The night is cold and clear, with 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.
+
+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 lighted village, they are all in a
+happy mood, ready to listen to the interesting story of
+
+
+THE BADGER AND THE BEAR
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+All at once, a big, clumsy shape darkened the low doorway. The children
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+After many days the Bear came one morning looking fat and sleek, and he
+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.
+
+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:
+
+"Well, then, I must beg for you!"
+
+So he crept back to his old home, where the Bear family now lived and
+grew fat. Standing in the doorway, he begged quite humbly for a small
+piece of meat.
+
+"I would not trouble you," said he, "but my little folks are starving!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+This happened several times, and now the family of Badgers were only
+kept from starving by the gifts of the kind-hearted little Bear.
+
+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.
+
+But the Avenger came first! Then the Bear called upon his wife and
+children 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.
+
+_There is no meanness like ingratitude._
+
+
+
+
+EIGHTH EVENING
+
+THE GOOD-LUCK TOKEN
+
+
+
+
+EIGHTH EVENING
+
+
+"Ah, Teona, I saw you out to-day 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.
+
+"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."
+
+"Why, grandfather," the boy admits, "I followed a gray squirrel from
+tree to tree, and shot at him more than once, but he always dodged the
+arrow in time!"
+
+"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."
+
+
+THE GOOD-LUCK TOKEN
+
+There was once an old couple who lived quite alone with their little
+grandson in the midst of a great wood.
+
+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.
+
+One day the boy became very hungry, and he said to his grandfather:
+
+"Grandfather, only make me a bow and some arrows, and I will hunt for us
+all!"
+
+The first time he went out into the forest with his bow and arrows he
+met with a Chickadee, who said to him:
+
+"Shoot me! I am willing to give my life to satisfy your hunger."
+
+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.
+
+"Ah, ah, my grandson!" they cried. "You are indeed a hunter!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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!"
+
+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 spied the boy, he ran past him with a scream
+of fright and scampered off among the thick woods.
+
+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.
+
+"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!"
+
+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.
+
+"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!"
+
+This the boy did, and to the great joy of the poor old folks he became a
+famous hunter, so that from that time on they never wanted meat in
+their lodge.
+
+Do not harm your weaker brothers, for even a little Squirrel may be the
+bearer of good fortune!
+
+
+
+
+NINTH EVENING
+
+UNKTOMEE AND HIS BUNDLE OF SONGS
+
+
+
+
+NINTH EVENING
+
+
+"Now, my grandchildren," says 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!
+
+"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 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."
+
+
+UNKTOMEE AND HIS BUNDLE OF SONGS
+
+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.
+
+"Quack, quack!" said one of the boldest of the Ducks, as the old man
+drew near with his burden. "What have you there?"
+
+"Oh, that is only a bundle of old songs," replied Unktomee with a smile;
+for it was that sly one, that maker of mischief!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Thereupon the Ducks took courage, and quacked and fluttered all about
+him, crying:
+
+"Sing us an old song, Unktomee!"
+
+Willingly Unktomee threw down his load upon the lake shore, and with the
+utmost good nature began to build a 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.
+
+With rustling wings and shining feathers they crowded into the little
+teepee until it could hold no more.
+
+Unktomee was there, too. He stayed by the door, and began to sing:
+
+    "Ishtogmus wachee po!
+     Tuwa etowan kin
+     Ishtah ne sha kta!
+
+  (Dance with your eyes shut!
+  Whoever looks shall have red eyes!)"
+
+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 the work done,
+and there would soon have been none to listen to the old songs!
+
+But after a little a small Duck slyly opened his eyes, and saw Unktomee
+wringing the necks of his friends.
+
+"Fly! Fly!" he exclaimed in terror. "He is killing us all!"
+
+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!
+
+And the little Duck that peeped forever after had red eyes!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The children liked this story very much, but it was shorter than usual.
+
+"Tell us about the feast!" they cried. "Tell us about the feast of
+Unktomee!" So old Smoky Day began again:
+
+Now Unktomee wished to make a feast. The first thing he did was to stand
+and cry aloud:
+
+"Chagah aoo po-o-o! (Somebody bring me a kettle!)"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+While Unktomee slept, the Fox returned 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.
+
+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!
+
+"Ah! the Ducks have boiled too long," he said to himself. "The meat will
+all be in the bottom of the pot."
+
+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.
+
+_He who deceives others may himself be caught some day._
+
+
+
+
+TENTH EVENING
+
+UNKTOMEE AND THE ELK
+
+
+[Illustration: TANAGELA AND HER LITTLE BROTHER.]
+
+
+
+
+TENTH EVENING
+
+
+"Tell us another story of Unktomee, grandfather!" cry several of the
+children, as soon as they are inside the old story-teller's wigwam on
+the tenth evening.
+
+"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!'"
+
+
+UNKTOMEE AND THE ELK
+
+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.
+
+Unktomee, who had been travelling far and was hungry and foot-sore,
+looked upon them with envy.
+
+"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!"
+
+Accordingly, he hid his bow and quiver full of arrows in a hollow tree,
+with all of his clothing and other weapons, so that 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.
+
+"Here comes Unktomee," said they doubtfully to one another.
+
+"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?"
+
+"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 by the cruel eyes of those who live upon
+flesh, of whom the most dangerous of all is Man!"
+
+"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!"
+
+"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?"
+
+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.
+
+"Now," said they, "we have made you our leader. You must guide us so
+that we shall be safe from the hunters!"
+
+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.
+
+Suddenly they all sprang up and fled, for Unktomee had cried out to
+them:
+
+"Fly! fly! I am struck by an arrow!"
+
+But when no hunter appeared, they were provoked, and grumbled among
+themselves:
+
+"Unktomee is deceiving us; it was only a stick that fell from the tree!"
+
+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:
+
+"It was only an acorn that fell upon him while he slept!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+ELEVENTH EVENING
+
+THE FESTIVAL OF THE LITTLE PEOPLE
+
+
+
+
+ELEVENTH EVENING
+
+
+"You are late to-night, my grandchildren," 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.
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+
+THE FESTIVAL OF THE LITTLE PEOPLE
+
+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.
+
+"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 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!"
+
+So Unktomee's herald made the cedar-fringed gulches and pine-scented
+hilltops fairly hum with his call.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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, and especially to see that neither the Bat, the Night-hawk
+nor the Swallow tribe were permitted to disturb the little insect
+people.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 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.
+
+_It is not wise to put the strong in authority over the weak._
+
+
+
+
+TWELFTH EVENING
+
+EYA THE DEVOURER
+
+
+
+
+TWELFTH EVENING
+
+
+"We shall hear to-night of one 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!
+
+"At last came Unktomee, and by his quick wit and genial ways got the
+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."
+
+
+EYA THE DEVOURER
+
+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.
+
+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 of people
+struggling in confusion. However, she told no one, but patiently tended
+the strange child and carried him about with her everywhere.
+
+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.
+
+Then at last she went and awoke the chief, her father, and said to him:
+
+"Father, come and listen to the voice of my babe!"
+
+He listened for a moment and exclaimed in horror:
+
+"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 taken the form of an innocent babe and is come to destroy us!
+
+"We must steal away quietly while he sleeps, and travel fast and far
+before morning."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 Unktomee persisted,
+and went back upon their trail to meet the Devourer.
+
+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.
+
+"Where are you going, younger brother?" asked Unktomee, pleasantly.
+
+"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?"
+
+"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.
+
+"Those foolish ones whom you are 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!"
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+THIRTEENTH EVENING
+
+THE WARS OF WA-KEE-YAN AND UNK-TAY-HEE
+
+
+
+
+THIRTEENTH EVENING
+
+
+"Were you not frightened last 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."
+
+"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 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.
+
+"There is a very old story concerning these matters, which I will tell
+you to-night."
+
+
+THE WARS OF WA-KEE-YAN AND UNK-TAY-HEE
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 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.
+
+
+
+
+FOURTEENTH EVENING
+
+THE LITTLE BOY MAN
+
+
+
+
+FOURTEENTH EVENING
+
+
+"I shall now tell you of the First 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."
+
+
+THE LITTLE BOY MAN
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+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 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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!"
+
+"Woman, the tree has always been there!" returned the water monster.
+
+"But I am sure it was not here before," she insisted.
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+FIFTEENTH EVENING
+
+THE RETURN OF THE LITTLE BOY MAN
+
+
+
+
+FIFTEENTH EVENING
+
+
+Grandfather has scarcely 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.
+
+
+THE RETURN OF THE LITTLE BOY MAN
+
+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 were holding a least.
+Some were singing, some dancing, and that great medicine-man, the Loon,
+was among them, blowing his sacred whistle.
+
+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.
+
+"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!"
+
+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 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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+He-who-was-first-Created, when he was 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+The steam arose and filled the lodge, and with the steam there came a
+faint sighing sound.
+
+A second time he sprinkled water, and there were rustlings within as if
+the dry bones were gathering themselves together.
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+SIXTEENTH EVENING
+
+THE FIRST BATTLE
+
+
+
+
+SIXTEENTH EVENING
+
+
+"This is a very long story that 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."
+
+
+THE FIRST BATTLE
+
+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.
+
+At about the same time the Boy Man began to question his Elder Brother,
+and to ask him:
+
+"Brother, why have all these people weapons, such as spears upon their
+heads and daggers in their mouths, while I am unarmed and naked?"
+
+Then He-who-was-first-Created replied sadly:
+
+"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!"
+
+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.
+
+Afterward he tossed a pebble into the air, and it came down as a wall of
+rock, enclosing their dwelling. He tossed up 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.
+
+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.
+
+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 the finny tribes, for all were to join in this
+war.
+
+With the gray dawn came the Wolf's long howl, the first war-whoop,
+breaking the silence and peace of the world.
+
+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.
+
+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 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+SEVENTEENTH EVENING
+
+THE BELOVED OF THE SUN
+
+
+
+
+SEVENTEENTH EVENING
+
+
+"Grandfather, is not the 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!"
+
+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 smiles indulgently
+upon his favorite, as he answers:
+
+"And did you not know, then, that she is a woman, my granddaughter?
+Truly it is time that I told you of these things!"
+
+
+THE BELOVED OF THE SUN
+
+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.
+
+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 and made all of their moccasins and clothing.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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:
+
+"Sister, help, help!"
+
+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:
+
+"Take care, sister!"
+
+Then she raised her axe against the other, but he too exclaimed: "Take
+care, sister!"
+
+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.
+
+At last, however, she made up her mind to strike at the stranger, but
+like a flash of light he eluded her and spoke:
+
+"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!"
+
+"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 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."
+
+
+
+
+EIGHTEENTH EVENING
+
+WOOD-CHOPPER AND BERRY-PICKER
+
+
+
+
+EIGHTEENTH EVENING
+
+
+"A long time ago," says the old 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.
+
+"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 secret. To-night,
+however, I will tell you another story."
+
+
+WOOD-CHOPPER AND BERRY-PICKER
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"If you must return," said she, "very well; but we cannot go with you!"
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+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 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.
+
+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:
+
+"Our people never live in such an open place as that!"
+
+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.
+
+When Berry-Picker, the Bear wife, sent her husband out to look for
+bedding, he brought in much dry grass; but the Bear wife reproved him,
+saying:
+
+"Why, husband! you expose our home to the eyes of all!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+When the hunter came for the second time, she started a Rabbit, which
+drew the Dog away, and he drew away the hunter.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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.
+
+"Where are you going, my son?" inquired the old man.
+
+"Oh," he replied, "I am only travelling for pleasure!"
+
+"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."
+
+"And where do her people live?" asked the young husband.
+
+"They live not far away, my son; but be on your guard; they are a
+deceitful people and will give you much trouble!"
+
+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 handsome, and they all crowded about him
+as if to embrace him, crying:
+
+"Welcome home, my husband!"
+
+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.
+
+This story is told for a warning to those who wish to marry among
+strangers.
+
+
+
+
+NINETEENTH EVENING
+
+THE SON-IN-LAW
+
+
+
+
+NINETEENTH EVENING
+
+
+"Tell us, grandfather, who is 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."
+
+"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 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."
+
+
+THE SON-IN-LAW
+
+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.
+
+A day came, however, when the young man wished to go upon a journey and
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Here comes our brother-in-law!" they cried, and all ran back into the
+cave.
+
+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.
+
+"Ho, my son-in-law!" he exclaimed; whereupon the old wife served him
+with food and waited upon him hospitably.
+
+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.
+
+"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!"
+
+Next day the old man invited his guest to hunt, and by and by they saw a
+white Marten in the wood.
+
+"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!
+
+[Illustration: DO NOT SHOOT A WHITE DEER WHEN YOU SEE HIM COMING TOWARD
+YOU]
+
+The next day a white Magpie flew 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.
+
+"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.
+
+"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 he had spared he
+took with them to be husband to his sister.
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+TWENTIETH EVENING
+
+THE COMRADES
+
+
+
+
+TWENTIETH EVENING
+
+
+"There is another bad character 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.
+
+"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 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."
+
+
+THE COMRADES
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"What do you mean by abusing this innocent child?" demanded the Rabbit;
+but the other showed a smiling face and replied pleasantly:
+
+"You do not know what you are talking about! The child is fretful, and I
+am merely trying to quiet him."
+
+Mashtinna was not deceived, for he had guessed that this was
+Double-Face, who delights in teasing the helpless ones.
+
+"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.
+
+"The boy is mine," he declared, "and if you say another word I shall
+treat you as I have treated him!"
+
+Upon this, Mashtinna fitted an arrow to the string, and shot the wicked
+one through the heart.
+
+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, had been lured away by wicked Double-Face.
+
+"Ho, grandfather, grandmother! I have brought you back the child!"
+exclaimed the Rabbit, as he stood in the doorway.
+
+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:
+
+"Ugh, you liar! we don't believe a word you say! Get away with you, do!"
+
+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.
+
+"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!"
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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 my use. But alas, my grandson, I am all
+alone here, and I am blind!"
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+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 his clothes, he seized the
+other rope and went to the wood for sticks.
+
+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.
+
+Instantly the youth appeared and gave him back his eyes, saying at the
+same time:
+
+"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."
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-FIRST EVENING
+
+THE LAUGH-MAKER
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-FIRST EVENING
+
+
+"You remember the young man 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."
+
+
+THE LAUGH-MAKER
+
+The village of the Bears was a large one, and the people were well-fed
+and 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.
+
+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.
+
+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:
+
+"E-ha-we-cha-ye-la, e-ha-un-he-pee lo! (Laugh-maker, we are come to
+laugh!)"
+
+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.
+
+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 of
+Bears was thrown into fits of hysterical laughter.
+
+"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.
+
+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:
+
+"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.
+
+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:
+
+"Laugh-maker, we are come to laugh!"
+
+When he had called four times, the little creature again showed its
+smooth black head above the water.
+
+"Ha, ha, ha! Why don't you laugh, papa? It is so funny!" the boy cried
+out breathlessly.
+
+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.
+
+"Papa," he gasped, "if you do not stop this funny thing I shall die!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-SECOND EVENING
+
+THE RUNAWAYS
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-SECOND EVENING
+
+
+"Some say," remarks Grandfather, "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!"
+
+
+THE RUNAWAYS
+
+There was once a young man who had journeyed a long way from home in
+search of adventure. One day he came 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.
+
+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.
+
+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:
+
+"You must be very careful, for my 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."
+
+"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!"
+
+The girl did as he had said, and that same night they fled together and
+by morning were far from the village.
+
+However, the maiden kept looking over her shoulder as if fearing
+pursuit, and at last her lover said to her:
+
+"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!"
+
+"Ah," she replied, "my grandmother has powerful magic! She can cover a
+whole day's journey at one step, and I am convinced that she is upon
+our trail."
+
+"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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+"Now it is my turn!" the girl exclaimed, and threw down her comb, which
+became a thick forest behind the fleeing ones, so that the angry old
+woman was held back by the dense underbrush.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"My friends," said he, "I beg of you to stand on the opposite banks of
+this river and stretch your necks across, so 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!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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.
+
+"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 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!"
+
+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.
+
+"Come here, you long-necks, you ungainly creatures, come and help me
+over this river!" she cried.
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-THIRD EVENING
+
+THE GIRL WHO MARRIED THE STAR
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-THIRD EVENING
+
+
+"Ah, here is our little Humming-bird, always the first to raise the
+door-flap!" is the old teacher's pleasant greeting.
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+
+THE GIRL WHO MARRIED THE STAR
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Sister," said the Earth, "I have seen a handsome young man in my
+dreams, and it seemed to me that he came from up yonder!"
+
+"I too have seen a man in my dreams," replied her sister, "and he was a
+great brave."
+
+"Do you not think these bright stars above us are the sky men of whom we
+have dreamed?" suggested the Earth.
+
+"If that is true, sister, and it may be true," said the Water, "I choose
+that brightest Star for my husband!"
+
+"And I," declared her sister, "choose for my husband that little
+twinkling Star!"
+
+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.
+
+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:
+
+"When you are digging, you must not hit the ground too hard!"
+
+The younger man also warned his wife, saying:
+
+"Do not hit the ground too hard!"
+
+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.
+
+Two very old people found the poor girl lying in the meadow.
+
+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.
+
+"Let me go to him!" she begged. "I cannot live without my husband!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Ah!" said she, "that is Red Star, my son!"
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-FOURTH EVENING
+
+NORTH WIND AND STAR BOY
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-FOURTH EVENING
+
+
+"Hun, hun, hay! Old man 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."
+
+
+NORTH WIND AND STAR BOY
+
+In the very old days at the beginning of things, Star Boy went about the
+world as a champion, defending all feeble folk against the attacks of
+their enemies.
+
+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.
+
+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!"
+
+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!"
+
+[Illustration: STAR BOY ATTACKED BY HINHAN, THE OWL.
+
+_Page 215_]
+
+He then went on his way, as far as another village of Little People, who
+complained that they had no fire-wood.
+
+"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!"
+
+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."
+
+Now Star Boy travelled northward, until he had reached the very
+northernmost country, and in that far land he 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!"
+
+"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.
+
+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 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.
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-FIFTH EVENING
+
+THE TEN VIRGINS
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-FIFTH EVENING
+
+
+The strong sun of March still 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:
+
+
+THE TEN VIRGINS
+
+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 island in the great lake, a
+day's journey in canoes from their village.
+
+No sooner had they touched shore than the elder said:
+
+"Do you go to the other end of the island, and I will drive the Deer
+toward you!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"My son," said he, "you look unhappy! Tell me if there is anything you
+wish for."
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+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 upon a broad
+trail, which he followed until he was overtaken by nine young men, all
+running eagerly along the same trail.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: SHE TOOK UP HANDSFUL OF ASHES TO THROW INTO THEIR FACES.
+
+_Page 227_]
+
+There was no boat, and they were 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.
+
+There they beheld the great white wigwam in which dwelt the ten virgins
+with their grandmother, who was a wicked old witch.
+
+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.
+
+Last of all came the fortunate younger brother. He had borrowed the
+weapons of the old man with whom he lived, and 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.
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-SIXTH EVENING
+
+THE MAGIC ARROWS
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-SIXTH EVENING
+
+
+The wise and old heads among 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.
+
+"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!"
+
+"We have, grandfather, we have!" they reply in chorus.
+
+"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 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."
+
+
+THE MAGIC ARROWS
+
+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:
+
+"Here, my son, are four magic arrows. When you are in need, shoot one of
+them!"
+
+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 for his meal, and of the body of the Bear he
+made a thank-offering to the Great Mystery.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 up the body
+as a sacrifice. The third time he killed a Moose with his arrow, and the
+fourth time a Buffalo.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+"What are you thinking of, old woman?" grumbled the old man. "We can
+hardly keep ourselves, and yet you talk of taking in a ragged little
+scamp from nobody knows where!"
+
+In the meantime the boy had come quite near, and the old wife beckoned
+to him to enter the lodge.
+
+"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.
+
+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!"
+
+"You hear, my old man?" said she. "It will be very well for you to make
+some little arrows for the boy."
+
+"And why should I make arrows for a strange little ragged boy?" grumbled
+the old man.
+
+However, he made two or three, and 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.
+
+"You have done well, my grandson!" he said; for they were really very
+poor.
+
+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!'"
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+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:
+
+"I come to borrow the mortar of your grandmother!"
+
+The boy gave her the mortar, and also a piece of the tongue which he had
+cooked, and she went away.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 hunting. 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.
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-SEVENTH EVENING
+
+THE GHOST WIFE
+
+
+
+
+TWENTY-SEVENTH EVENING
+
+
+On this last evening, the children 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.
+
+"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!"
+
+It is thus the old sage concludes his lessons, and over all the circle
+there is a hush of loving reverence.
+
+
+THE GHOST WIFE
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: HE WAS ONCE SEEN WITH SEVERAL DEER ABOUT HIM, PETTING AND
+HANDLING THEM.
+
+_Page 247_]
+
+One day, as he was lying in the meadow among the wild flowers,
+completely 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.
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+"But she is a spirit now!" he said to himself sorrowfully, and dared not
+speak to her.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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?"
+
+"It may be so," she replied thoughtfully, "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!"
+
+"All these I will observe faithfully," replied the young husband.
+
+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 up her axe and go forth into the forest as if to cut wood
+for her fire, or with her bucket for water.
+
+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.
+
+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 promise and
+spoke angrily to the mother and child.
+
+Instantly the fire went out and the tent was dark.
+
+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. Alas, they
+were gone from him forever!
+
+
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