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If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<table style='min-width:0; padding:0; margin-left:0; border-collapse:collapse'> - <tr><td>Title:</td><td>The Lost Giant and Other American Indian Tales Retold</td></tr> - <tr><td></td><td>Story Time Tales</td></tr> -</table> - -<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Violet Moore Higgins</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: May 16, 2021 [eBook #65355]</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Character set encoding: UTF-8</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: Charlene Taylor, David E. Brown, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive)</div> - -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LOST GIANT AND OTHER AMERICAN INDIAN TALES RETOLD ***</div> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/cover.jpg" width="40%" alt="" /></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_0"></span> -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/frontis.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<p class="caption">“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” ASKED THE BRIDEGROOM</p> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1"></span></p> -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/titlepage.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> -<div class="titlepage"> -<div class="chapter"> -<h1>THE<br /> -LOST GIANT<br /> -<span class="small">AND OTHER AMERICAN INDIAN TALES RETOLD</span></h1> - -<p>STORIES AND PICTURES<br /> -by<br /> -Violet Moore Higgins<br /> -Author of “The Endless Story”, “The Little Juggler”, etc.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/titlepageillo.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<p>WHITMAN PUBLISHING CO.<br /> -RACINE, WISCONSIN</p> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="center"> -COPYRIGHTED, 1918 BY<br /> -<span class="smcap">Whitman Publishing Co.</span></p></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak">CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - - -<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" summary="table"> - -<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Lost Giant</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11"> 11</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Feathered Bridegroom</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27"> 27</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="smcap">Mandowmin of the Maize</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41"> 41</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="smcap">Awahnee and the Giant</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_57"> 57</a></td></tr> -</table> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak">ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> -</div> - - -<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" summary="table"> - -<tr><td>“<span class="smcap">What Are You Doing?” Asked the -Bridegroom</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_0"> (<i>frontispiece in color</i>)</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="smcap">Decorative Title Page</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1"> 1</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="smcap">He Swung the Child Aloft on His -Shoulder</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13"> 13</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="smcap">They Came Flying Out of the Bag</span> -(<i>color</i>)</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16"> 16</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Family Sat Before Its Tent</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28"> 28</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="smcap">She Bade Him Welcome to Her -Lodge</span> (<i>color</i>)</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32"> 32</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="smcap">As Tall as a Man It Stood</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42"> 42</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="smcap">The Next Day the Young Brave Appeared</span> -(<i>color</i>)</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49"> 49</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><span class="smcap">He Carried Water in a Gourd</span></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_55"> 55</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="center"> -<span class="large"><b>To My Beloved Father</b></span><br /> -<br /> -who was always ready with an answer to<br /> -those questions of childhood: “Did<br /> -you ever see a ‘really-truly’<br /> -Indian?” and “Will you<br /> -tell me about when<br /> -you were a little<br /> -boy?” V.M.H.</p></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum">[ix]</span> - -<h2 class="nobreak">INTRODUCTION</h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image-ix.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">AMONG the Indians who used to -roam over our Western prairies in -such vast numbers, story telling -was of the greatest importance. -From the opening of spring, -through the summer, and far into -the fall, the men and older boys -of the tribe were out each day hunting the deer -in the hills and the buffalo on the plains or -spearing fish in the streams. The women and -girls meantime were occupied with their household -duties about the tepees.</p> - -<p>But at last came the long winter months -when game was scarce, and the old trails -were covered with a blanket of snow. Then -the Indians would retreat to the snug wigwams, -and there await the coming of spring -again. They had no books to read or newspapers -and magazines with which to while -away those long winter days, and life would -have been dull indeed had it not been for -their ability to tell stories to each other.</p> - -<p>They never lacked material out of which -to build those tales. Each bird and beast,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_x">[x]</span> -each herb and flower; in fact, every living -thing that ran, or crawled, or flew about their -native forests was known to the Indians. -They studied the habits of the wild creatures -to an extent that we might well follow.</p> - -<p>Then there were other forces that entered -into their lives and stories. In the flash of -lightning from a dark cloud, in the roll of -thunder, in the rush of wind, or in the roar -of waters tumbling over a cliff into the river -below, they heard the voice of the Great -Spirit, unseen but powerful.</p> - -<p>And so all their legends were woven -around these things and were full of strange -incidents that had happened to them on their -hunting trips. Many included adventures -that had been related by their fathers and -grandfathers around the winter camp fires -years and years before.</p> - -<p>Let us imagine that we, too, are curled up -comfortably on a deer-skin in a chief’s tepee, -close beside the glowing campfire, whose -flames cast a ruddy light on the circle of -dark faces all about it, especially on that of -the chief who, pipe in hand, is just about to -relate some of these old legends of the American -Indians.</p> - -<p class="right">V. M. H.</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image011.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - - - -<h2 class="nobreak">The Lost Giant</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="drop-cap2">ONCE upon a time, far back in the -days when the elk, the moose, and -the buffalo roamed over the hills and -plains of North America, and little Indian children -could call all the animals by name, -there lived among one of the northern -tribes a very unhappy little boy named -Wasewahto.</p> - -<p>His mother had been a chieftain’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span> -daughter, but she had died when the -boy was a mere baby. His father had -taken another wife, Wapiti—“the elk”—so -called by reason of her large ugly -head. Wasewahto’s father was dead now, -too, and the little boy lived alone with -his stepmother, who had no love for -him and treated him very badly. He -was too small to hunt and fish for his -own food, and often Wapiti refused to -share hers with him, giving him only a -few bones to gnaw.</p> - -<p>One day she rolled up her belongings -into a bundle and, without a word -to Wasewahto, went away. Two days -passed without a sign of her return. -Then the little boy, hungry and frightened, -sat down before his tent and cried -bitterly.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span></p> - - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image013.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<p class="caption">HE SWUNG THE CHILD ALOFT ON HIS SHOULDER</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span>As he sat there sobbing and crying he -felt the earth quiver beneath him, and -looking up, he saw through his tears, -a giant Indian who towered up to the -very tree tops.</p> - -<p>“Why are you crying?” asked the giant -in a voice like distant thunder.</p> - -<p>“Because I am all alone,” answered -Wasewahto. “My stepmother has been -gone two days and I have no food.”</p> - -<p>“You are the stepson of Wapiti?” -asked the giant. The little boy nodded, -and the giant continued: “Then she will -never come back—she has gone to another -tribe. Come home with me.” And -he swung the child aloft on his big -broad shoulder. Away they went to the -giant’s wigwam, and there Wasewahto -lived happily for many moons.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span>But one night the giant had a dream, -in which the spirit of Wasewahto’s -father appeared to him, and told him to -return the boy to his stepmother. The -dream was so vivid that it troubled -him, and he began to break camp the -next morning, and prepare for a march.</p> - -<p>But when Wasewahto heard what his -friend proposed to do, he cried and -cried, and clung to the giant, and -begged him not to go, but the big man -was still worried over his dream, and insisted -upon going.</p> - -<p>“But I will not leave you unless I -find a tribe which will be kind to you,” -he said at last, as they were starting, -and with that promise Wasewahto had -to be satisfied. The giant swung the -boy to his shoulder and set out.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span>After four days’ travel they reached -a strange camp, and here they found -Wapiti. She was furiously angry when -she saw the boy, but a fear of the -giant kept her silent. When he had -told her his dream, she too felt uneasy, -and pretended to welcome Wasewahto. -But when the giant left him with his -stepmother, and prepared to leave, the -child sobbed and cried so hard and pleaded -so earnestly with his friend to stay and -live near him, that the big man paused.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/facing016.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<p class="caption">IN ANOTHER INSTANT THEY CAME FLYING OUT OF THE BAG</p> - -<p>“I will stay if the tribe will have -me,” he said at last, and no one dared -refuse. When they had given their consent -the giant said: “I will work for -the tribe—I will hunt and fish and -fight—but one thing you must promise -me. Never give me otter’s flesh to eat<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span> -or I will go away and never return.”</p> - - - - -<p>So the tribe promised, and little -Wasewahto was happy. The giant taught -him to hunt and fish, so that never -again would he have to starve if Wapiti -should desert him. The little boy soon -had many friends. He was so merry -and bright, his aim with an arrow was -so true and he was such a brave little -warrior, that all the tribe loved him.</p> - -<p>All but Wapiti—she still hated the -boy, and she hated the giant even more, -for she felt that had it not been for -him, she would long ago have been rid -of the unwelcome child. In her heart -she was always trying to make some -plan whereby she might be freed from -both of them. One day a hunter brought -in a freshly killed deer for the giant,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span> -who was very fond of roast venison, -and Wapiti at last had her chance.</p> - -<p>She prepared a splendid roast, but -here and there among the deer meat -she made a tiny slit with a sharp knife, -and slid in pieces of otter flesh. The -giant returned from fishing, with a ravenous -appetite, and sat down to the meal with -a relish. But the first bite revealed the -trickery of Wapiti, and with a furious -glare at her, the giant leaped to his -feet, strode from the camp, and never -was seen again by the tribe.</p> - -<p>Soon the warriors returned, and when -they learned what had happened, Wapiti -had no further chance to carry out her -cruel plans against Wasewahto, for they -drove her from the camp with stones -and arrows, and said if ever she returned<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span> -her life would be forfeited. -Then they adopted her stepson as the -child of the tribe.</p> - -<p>Poor little Wasewahto! Though he was -among friends, he grieved continually for -the loss of his dear giant, as did all -the tribe, though not as bitterly. He -could not be tempted with even the -daintiest foods, and he did not care to -play any more. The Indians made him -splendid bows and arrows, and the medicine-man -carved a rattle for him out -of a buffalo bone, but nothing seemed -to make him happy. As winter came -on he grew thinner and paler and sadder -every day, and shivered at the -slightest breeze.</p> - -<p>At last his friends could bear it no<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span> -longer, and begged him to tell them -what, next to having the giant back -again, would make him happiest.</p> - -<p>He answered at once, “Take me where -the summer is. If I could see flowers -in the woods, and could shoot at the -birds with my bow and arrows again, I -believe I could be happy.”</p> - -<p>“Then we will hunt for the summer-land, -oh little Wasewahto,” they cried, -and set out the next day at sunrise.</p> - -<p>For many days they traveled toward -the south, and at last, on the shores -of a great lake, they came upon a -strange tepee. It was that of a hostile -tribe, however, and so Wasewahto’s friends -hid themselves in the rushes by the -water’s edge, and called on the beaver -to help them.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span>“What you seek is indeed here,” said -the wise old animal, when they had -told him their story, “And I will help -you.”</p> - -<p>Accordingly he asked the moose to -swim to the middle of the lake, and in -the meantime he began gnawing busily -at the canoe paddles of the hostile -tribe, not enough to saw them off entirely, -but merely to weaken them.</p> - -<p>Suddenly there was a shout from the -tepee. Someone had seen the moose and -all were eager to chase him. The -enemies of Wasewahto and his friends -ran to the shore, leaped into their -canoes, and put out after the moose.</p> - -<p>When they were well out into the -middle of the lake the beaver led<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span> -Wasewahto and his friends into the -tepee by a hidden tent flap, so that -they might not be seen from the water -side. From the very top of the highest -tent pole there hung a great leather -bag. As soon as he saw it, Wasewahto -began to smile, a little at first, then -more and more, and at last, laughing -aloud, he caught up his little bow and -arrows and aimed straight at the hanging -pouch.</p> - -<p>As the dart pierced the leather, the wigwam -was suddenly filled with the twittering -of birds, and in another instant -they came flying out of the bag and -out of the tepee—thousands of them, -robins, woodpeckers, swallows, orioles, -jays, wrens, bluebirds, and many others. -For summer had been tied up in the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span> -leather pouch, there to hang quietly -until another year.</p> - -<p>The Indians on the lake had by this -time discovered that there were intruders -in their camp, and that summer, placed -in their keeping, had been set free. -Desperately they began to head for -shore, but now under the strain all the -paddles broke, and the Indians were -left floating on the lake, screaming with -helpless rage, while the moose swam -away to cover.</p> - -<p>Now it began to be summer everywhere. -The snow and ice melted away; -the brook, which had been locked up -under layers of ice, began to gurgle -and laugh again; the green leaves came -out on the trees, and even the flowers<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span> -began to spring up in the woods. Wasewahto -was perfectly happy. He grew -plump and rosy, and he laughed with -joy as he shot his arrows and threw -the harpoon for fish.</p> - -<p>But the beaver and the moose came -presently to think that perhaps they -had meddled with things that were not -their affair, and that if the Great Spirit -had intended it to be summer all the -time, he would not have tied it up in -a bag part of the year. So they decided -to correct their mistake; but when -at last they had fixed upon a plan, -they found they could not agree upon -the length of time summer should be -allowed out of its prison. So they -called all the animals together and asked -for their advice. Everyone had a different<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span> -idea. Some advised a month, -some ten, some eleven.</p> - -<p>At last up jumped an old frog, and -holding out his webbed foot, with its -four toes, so that all might see it, he -croaked in his deep voice, “Have four—have -four—have four—” over and over -again, until he drowned out the voices -of the others. His persistence so wearied -them that at last they gave in to him -and decided on four, as he wished.</p> - -<p>So now there are but four months -of summer in the Northland, and little -Wasewahto is perfectly happy during -those days. Then he smiles all the -time, as he works and plays. That is -why the sunshine is so pleasant, and -why the brooks seem to gurgle with -joy in the summer time. But when the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span> -winter days come, and the cold rains -of autumn fall, those are the tears of -Wasewahto, sitting by the fire and weeping -for his lost friend, the giant.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span> -<h2 class="nobreak">The Feathered Bridegroom</h2> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span> -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image028.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<p class="caption">THE FAMILY SAT BEFORE ITS TENT</p> -</div> - - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span> - -<p class="ph2">The Feathered Bridegroom</p> -</div> - - -<p class="drop-cap2">LONG, long ago, before the coming of -the white man to the shores of -America, there lived, far up in the -north country, near the banks of a -broad river, a squaw named Speckled -Eagle, with her little son Running Buffalo -and her beautiful daughter Deerfoot, -a maiden of fifteen.</p> - -<p>Speckled Eagle was the widow of a -great warrior and she determined that -her daughter should never marry until -there came to woo her some mighty -chieftain of a powerful tribe. Many a -young brave came to the tepee, for<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span> -Deerfoot was as good as she was lovely. -Many a one would have wed her, -but none were ever rich or noble -enough to please Speckled Eagle.</p> - -<p>But one day as the family sat before -its tent, weaving mats of sweet grass, -a white canoe came gliding down the -broad river, and in it there sat a handsome -stranger. He was clad all in white, -in garments made of deer-skin, sewed -over with beads and shells and trimmed -with ermine tails.</p> - -<p>Speckled Eagle looked at him eagerly. -Ah, if only he were coming to woo -Deerfoot! As she watched, the stranger -gave a few skillful strokes of his paddle -that sent his canoe out of the current -and brought it gliding toward the shore -before Speckled Eagle’s lodge. In another<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span> -moment he was stepping out upon -the pebbly shore.</p> - -<p>All a-flutter with excitement Speckled -Eagle went hurrying down to meet him, -not forgetting in her haste to snatch up -a bundle of bark which hung in the -tepee. When she had greeted the strange -brave and bade him welcome to her -lodge, she spread pieces of the bark -before him on the ground from the -landing to the tepee, to do him honor. -When he had reached the campfire, she -begged him to rest on a soft pile of -skins while she and her daughter prepared -a feast for him.</p> - -<p>Everyone in her camp was delighted -with the handsome stranger—all but one -old dog which growled and showed his -teeth from the moment the unknown<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span> -brave stepped ashore. The man trembled -at the dog’s angry snarls, and said he -could not eat a bit of the feast until -that ugly animal was taken away.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/facing033.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<p class="caption">DEERFOOT GREETS THE STRANGER</p> - -<p>Anxious to please her noble guest, -Speckled Eagle led the old dog out into -the bushes and killed him, though she -dared not tell Deerfoot what she had -done, for the girl was fond of the -faithful dog.</p> - -<p>Soon the stranger made it known that -he was a chieftain from the far north, -who had made a temporary camp down -the river a few miles below Speckled -Eagle’s tepee. Furthermore he said that -he wished to wed the lovely Deerfoot. -The girl was so charmed by his handsome -face, his well-built figure and -splendid carriage that she consented at<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span> -once. Speckled Eagle was more than -satisfied to have so fine a son-in-law. -So a great wedding feast was held and -Deerfoot married the strange brave that -night.</p> - - - - -<p>On the following morning when -Speckled Eagle was ready to make a -fire, she went out into the bushes to -get some dry faggots. There lay the -body of the old dog she had killed, -pecked full of holes as if a great bird -had feasted on it. The soft earth -round about was marked by strange -three-toed prints.</p> - -<p>A sudden fear came to Speckled Eagle’s -heart. She hurried back to the camp, -and asked all present to take off their -moccasins or shoes. All did as she bade—all -but the stranger.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span>“I never take off my shoes,” he said -haughtily, “It is a custom of my -tribe.”</p> - -<p>“But see the beautiful moccasins I have -made for you,” insisted Speckled Eagle. -For many moons she had worked on them, -intending them to be a wedding gift -for her noble son-in-law, whenever he -should appear. They were of the softest -leather, heavily beaded and worked in -quills of the porcupine, and the stranger’s -eyes began to glisten as he looked -at them. Like a flash he whipped off -his own moccasins, and put on the new -ones before Speckled Eagle could see his -feet. But the little brother’s eyes were -sharp.</p> - -<p>“Mother,” he cried in terror, “he has -feet like a bird—he has only three toes.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span>At this the stranger grew angry and -looked at the little boy so fiercely that -he said no more, but Speckled Eagle -was strangely troubled and felt that all -was not right.</p> - -<p>When they had breakfasted the stranger -ordered his bride to follow him to his -camp, far down the river, where he had -many beautiful gifts for her. Deerfoot -did not want to go. The incident of -the moccasins had frightened her, but -her husband promised her they should -return by sundown, so at last she -climbed into the stern of his canoe, -while the stranger took his place at the -bow, and they paddled away down -stream.</p> - -<p>Deerfoot looked back at the camp as -long as she could see it, and watched<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span> -Speckled Eagle and the little brother, -Running Buffalo, waving to her from -the shore. But at last a turn of the -river hid them from view.</p> - -<p>For several hours Deerfoot and her husband -went on down the river with the -current, he paddling, she giving an occasional -stroke, where the stream did -not run as fast as usual. About noon-day -it began to rain, a shower at first, then -a downpour. As the rain continued to -fall harder and harder, the bride suddenly -noticed that the water was washing -away her husband’s splendid white -coat, and beneath it she could see -black feathers and a long black tail.</p> - -<p>Then she knew what evil had befallen -her. She had married a Crow,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span> -the bird of wickedness, whose tricky -ways oft deceived the Indians.</p> - -<p>Deerfoot was very much frightened, but -she began to plan her escape at once. -With her small deft hands she tied the -long black tail to the crossbar of the -canoe, using a leather thong from her -moccasins.</p> - -<p>“What are you doing?” asked the Crow, -as he felt her fingers among his feathers.</p> - -<p>“Smoothing down your beautiful coat, -and sewing on some of the beads that -have become loosened,” she replied.</p> - -<p>“Ah, I see you are industrious, as a -good wife should be,” he answered with -a sly grin, but without turning.</p> - -<p>All the long afternoon they floated -down the river, and as it drew on -toward sunset the canoe glided along<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span> -into a rushy, reed-covered marsh where -the wild ducks made their nests. As -the canoe slipped among the grasses, -dozens of frightened birds rose in great -flocks and flew across the marshes.</p> - -<p>“These shores are full of duck eggs, -husband,” said Deerfoot, as she watched -the circling birds. Seized by a sudden -idea she cried: “Let me land here for -a moment, and I will soon find a dozen -for your supper.”</p> - -<p>Now the Crow was hungry, and the -prospect of a dozen roasted duck eggs -pleased him immensely.</p> - -<p>“You are a good wife,” he said, -“but make haste—we still have far to -go,” and he ran the canoe close to the -shore.</p> - -<p>Before the keel had even grated on<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span> -the pebbles, like the swift-footed deer for -whom she was named, the Indian maid had -sprung ashore and darted up the bank -into the forest. She was soon out of -sight speeding like an arrow through -the woods, back to her mother, her brother, -and her home.</p> - -<p>The Crow gave a harsh cry, which resembled -a caw, as he saw her go, and -began screaming at the top of his voice: -“Stop—stop—I’ll bring you back, and -punish you for this.”</p> - -<p>But he could not free himself to follow -her. Deerfoot had fastened his tail too -securely to the crossbar for him to -loosen it easily. It took him nearly an -hour to untie the last knot, for it was -no easy task to reach around behind -his back, and, by the sense of touch alone,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span> -pick out countless knots tied in wet -leather.</p> - -<p>By the time the Crow had untied all -the thongs that held him. Deerfoot was -far away in the forest, so he sunk his -canoe, resumed his bird shape once more -and flew off screeching as he went: -“Again I have tricked my enemy—man.”</p> - - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span> -<h2 class="nobreak">Mandowmin of the Maize</h2> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span> -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image042.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<p class="caption">AS TALL AS A MAN IT STOOD (<i>See Page <a href="#Page_55">55</a></i>)</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span> - -<p class="ph2">Mandowmin of the Maize</p> -</div> - - -<p class="drop-cap2">IN the history of the Pilgrims and -their early struggles on the bleak -shores of New England, it is told how -they were taught by the friendly Indians, -Samoset and Squanto, to plant -Indian corn, which soon became one of -the principal articles of food on their -tables. And even now, after nearly -three hundred years, there is scarcely -any food we think of as more truly -American, than corn meal mush, or piping -hot corn cakes.</p> - -<p>But long long ago, before the feet of -white men ever trod the forest of the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span> -New World, as America was called in -those days, and while Indians in vast -numbers roamed over the land, there -was a time when Indian corn or maize -was unknown even to the red men. -Their food consisted almost entirely of -meat—the fleet-footed deer and wild -turkey—and fish from the little trout -streams. Sometimes a handful of sweet -berries was found, which added zest to -the meal.</p> - -<p>Life ran on smoothly in the summer -time, for then the Indians lived -well, but when the long, snowy New -England winters set in, it was quite a -different matter. The streams froze over, -the birds flew south, and the deer retreated -farther into the depths of the -forest. Sometimes when there had been<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span> -an unusually large number of deer -killed in the fall, the Indian women -cut up the flesh into strips and dried -it in the warm bright autumn sunshine. -This dried meat was then stored away -for the long winter. But the supply -seldom lasted until spring, and the people -had to face days of famine and -suffering during which many of them -died.</p> - -<p>Now it chanced in those days that there -lived a little Indian boy named Waso. -He was the son of a chieftain, and like -his father he had a kind and gentle -heart. The chieftain never forgot to -give thanks to the Great Spirit for -every catch of fish and for every nimble -deer his sharp arrows killed. When -times of famine fell upon the tribe, he<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span> -shared with them until he had no more -left to give, and he was constantly trying -to discover ways in which he might -help his people.</p> - -<p>Little Waso, growing from babyhood into -boyhood in this kindly atmosphere, began to -think very seriously of the welfare of his -tribe, over whom he would some day -rule as a chieftain.</p> - -<p>Often he dreamed strange dreams. He -would imagine that he was walking -through a dense forest where the briars -and brambles stung him, and brought -out a rash on his tender skin. But -then, at his very feet would spring up -a cluster of bright berries, or some -green herb, and a voice seemed to urge -him to crush the plant and lay it on -the red spot. He obeyed and was instantly<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span> -healed. So too, in a dream, -was the bite of a poisonous snake -cured. The strangest part of all was -that on the following day these things -all happened exactly as in his vision. -Waso always found the herb he needed -growing near him, and thus was saved -from many a misfortune.</p> - -<p>He told his father of these things, and -the chieftain called together the older -men of the tribe and related to them -all that had happened. They believed -his dreams were messages from the -Great Spirit, and from that time each -particular herb of which the child had -dreamed, was carefully gathered and -stored away for use as medicine. All -the old men declared that Waso would -some day become a great chieftain.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span>At last, for little Waso, came the -time when an Indian boy goes away -from his family and fasts and calls on -the Great Spirit to show him a vision -of his future life and teach him how -to live wisely and well. So the chieftain -built a little wigwam for Waso, at -some distance from the others, and the -boy went to it, and began the solemn -rites.</p> - -<p>That first night in his tent alone, he -dreamed that the Great Spirit sent a -new gift to his people, a food by means of -which it would be easier for them to live -and which would provide against days -of famine. This gift was called Mandowmin -and was to grow out of the -black soil. But the manner in which -he should find it was not revealed to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span> -Waso and after he awoke he could -think of nothing else but the mysterious -gift.</p> - - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/facing048.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<p class="caption">THE NEXT DAY THE YOUNG BRAVE APPEARED</p> - -<p>He fasted for three days in his -lonely tent, sleeping at night on a bed -of skins. The third day, weak from -lack of food, he looked out of his -doorway at sunset, and saw a splendid -young brave flying down from the sky. -He was clad all in green and yellow, -and a tuft of green plumes nodded on -his head.</p> - -<p>“I am come, oh Little-Chieftain-Who-Loves-His-People, -from the Great Spirit,” -said the stranger. “He looks with favor -upon you and your father the Chieftain, -because you contend not with arrows -and spears, but seek only the good of -your people. I have great news for<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span> -you, news of a wonderful gift from the -Great Spirit; but first you must wrestle -with me, as it is only by overcoming -me that you may learn the secret.”</p> - -<p>Now Waso was so faint and weak -that he swayed as he stood, but without -hesitation he began to wrestle with -the mysterious stranger. It was an unequal -struggle, however, and soon the -boy lay on his back, panting for -breath.</p> - -<p>“I will come again tomorrow,” said -the stranger, and vanished.</p> - -<p>The next day at the same hour the -young brave appeared at Waso’s tent, -and again they wrestled. Once more -Waso was vanquished, but the stranger -only smiled his kind friendly smile and -said: “Be brave, little Waso! You have<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span> -another chance—tomorrow—but your last—remember.”</p> - -<p>On the third day Waso was so weak -that he could scarcely stand, but he said -to himself that he must win in order -to learn the great secret for his people. -And so much did his strong will help -his weak body that at last he overthrew -the young brave in green.</p> - -<p>“Well done, Little Chieftain,” said the -stranger, as he arose from the ground, -where Waso had thrown him in the -struggle, and dusted off his garments. -“Tomorrow at set of sun I will come -again for the last time. If I am vanquished -I shall die. You must then -strip off my garments, clear a spot of -earth free from all stones, weeds and -roots, soften the earth, and bury me in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span> -that spot. Then come often to my -grave, and see if perchance I have returned -to life once more; but let no -weeds grow over me. Promise that you -will do all as I tell you, and then you -shall know the secret of the Great -Spirit.”</p> - -<p>Waso promised though with tears in -his eyes. He had grown to love the -handsome stranger with whom he had -wrestled on three days at sunset, and -the thought of his death saddened the -boy, but he gave him his word.</p> - -<p>The next morning the chieftain came -to his son’s tent with food.</p> - -<p>“You have proved yourself a man, -my son,” he said. “A longer fast may -do you harm.”</p> - -<p>But Waso answered: “Wait only, oh<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span> -my father, until evening, and when the -sun goes down I shall return to your -fireside.”</p> - -<p>So the chieftain went home alone.</p> - -<p>At sunset the strange brave returned -and appeared once more at Waso’s -tent. For the last time they fought. -Steadily Waso gained and finally the -stranger sank weakly to his knees. He -arose again, and once more Waso put -forth all his strength and threw his foe -to earth. The stranger murmured faintly: -“Your promise—remember,” and spoke -no more.</p> - -<p>Gently, tenderly, with tears streaming -down his cheeks, Waso obeyed the instructions. -Drawing off the beautiful green -and yellow garments, he buried his -strange friend in the soft black soil.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span> -Then he returned to his father’s home. -But every day he visited the lonely -grave far away at the edge of the forest. -Carefully he pulled away the weeds -and in the dry season he carried water -in gourds to keep the earth soft and -moist. Then one day, to his joy, he -saw that the green plumes of the -stranger’s head-dress were pushing through -the soil. His friend was coming back -to him.</p> - -<p>All this time Waso had kept these -things a secret, but as the summer -drew to a close, he led his father to -the distant grave. He told the chieftain -the strange story, and, when he -had finished, pointed to where there -rose from the center of the stranger’s -grave a plant whose like had never<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span> -been seen before by the chieftain. As -tall as a man it stood, straight and green, -with broad shining leaves waving in the -autumn breeze, topped by silky bright -brown hair and nodding green plumes. -From either side grew long green husks -full of pearly white grains, sweet and -juicy to the taste.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image055.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<p class="caption">HE CARRIED WATER IN GOURDS</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span>“It is my friend come back to me,” -cried Waso. “It is Mandowmin, the Indian -corn. It is the gift of the Great -Spirit, and so long as we renew it from -year to year, and watch and tend it, we need -never fear the famine.”</p> - -<p>That night, round the grave of Mandowmin, -the members of the tribe held -a feast and thanked the Great Spirit -for his goodness.</p> - - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span> -<h2 class="nobreak">Awahnee and the Giant</h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span></p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span> -<p class="ph2">Awahnee and the Giant</p> -</div> - - -<p class="drop-cap2">YEARS and years ago, when there were -no white men in all the great land -we now call North America and the -Indians were free to roam the woods, -living by the fish they speared and the -deer they shot, men knew very little -about the world in which they lived. -They did not understand why we have -day and night, sun and moon, summer -and winter, and so they made up all -sorts of pretty stories about these -strange facts.</p> - -<p>When the last leaves of autumn had -fallen, and the Indians were glad to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span> -huddle around the fires in their wigwams, -little Indian boys and girls -would ask their elders:</p> - -<p>“Why does it grow colder?” “Will it -ever be warm again?” and dozens of -other questions. And here is the tale -that the old men of one tribe always -told the little folks in answer.</p> - -<p>Long ago, there lived a great hunter, -A-wah-nee, a tall young brave. No one -in all his tribe could shoot an arrow so -far or so straight as could A-wah-nee. -When he was still a very young man, -his fame had spread even beyond his -own land to other tribes.</p> - -<p>He kept two great pet wolves as hunting -dogs, huge fierce animals that were -the terror of the tribe. And well they -might be, too, for they were under a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span> -spell. When A-wah-nee was deep in the -forest and saw a deer near him, he had -only to say “Up wolves” and in an instant -they were as big as bears and had -pounced upon the deer. Then he would -say “Down wolves” and once more they -would be their own proper size.</p> - -<p>In a few years the deer in the forest, -on the edge of which A-wah-nee -and his grandmother lived in a small -wigwam, had grown so clever and wary -that they kept themselves hidden away -all the day and roamed only at night. -Presently A-wah-nee began to long for -other forests where the deer were not so -shy. At last one day he brought in -from the hunt a half dozen fine deer.</p> - -<p>“Dry that meat in the sun,” he said to -his grandmother, “and you will have food<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span> -in plenty until I return. I am going -on a journey to other hunting grounds -where game is bigger and more plentiful.”</p> - -<p>Then he slung his snow shoes over his -shoulder, for it was nearing the cold -days, caught up his bow and arrows -and his hunting knife, and strode off -toward the north. As he journeyed he -saw many a fine deer and moose. Some -he shot, others he let go unharmed, for -he was always seeking bigger game. -Ever the wind grew more cold and -cutting, the grass and leaves began to -wither and disappear, and soon there -was a covering of ice on the water and -a blanket of snow on the ground.</p> - -<p>But A-wah-nee put on his snow shoes -and went skimming away, until at last<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span> -he came to a huge wigwam almost -buried in the drifts of snow. There was -a thread of smoke curling up from the -top, and A-wah-nee, who had begun to -feel cold and weary, lifted the tent -flap and walked in.</p> - -<p>There was but one person in the wigwam, -a very old giant, with deep -wrinkles in his face, and snow white hair -and beard. When he spoke, his great -voice sounded like the howling of the -north wind in the pine trees.</p> - -<p>“Ho! young brave,” he cried. “Who are -you? Whence come you? What do you -want in my wigwam?”</p> - -<p>“I am A-wah-nee,” answered the young -man proudly; “mightiest hunter of my -tribe. I have killed all the game worthy -of my bow, and now seek new quarry,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span> -bigger and fleeter. But tell me your -name, old man.”</p> - -<p>“Winter!” roared the white haired giant -in such a fierce tone that A-wah-nee -began to feel afraid of him. “I rule -the Kingdom of Cold. I bring the snow -and ice. My breath kills all it touches. -But sit down if you are not afraid of -me. I bid you welcome.”</p> - -<p>A-wah-nee was ashamed to show his -fear after the boasting remark he had -made at first, so he sat down by the giant’s -fire, took a bit of moose meat from a -leather pouch at his side, and began to -eat it. While the old man related tales -of great hunts and battles of his -younger days and told of the wonderful -deeds the frost giants had wrought at his -bidding.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span>A-wah-nee was amazed at these stories, -which made him feel that perhaps, after -all, he was not as great a hunter as -he had believed. Presently, in spite of -the glowing fire beside him, the young -brave began to feel very chilly. His -teeth chattered and he tried to jump up -and run about to warm himself.</p> - -<p>But he could not move. Something -seemed to hold him hand and foot; his -head fell forward and he rolled over -on the ground, fast asleep. The giant -laughed until he fairly shook the forest, -and the echoes went rolling along like -distant thunder.</p> - -<p>“You’ll have a good sleep, my boy, before -you hunt again,” he laughed, as -he strode out of the wigwam, chuckling.</p> - -<p>He had spoken the truth indeed, for it<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span> -was six months before the charm was -over and young A-wah-nee awoke. When -at last he stretched his limbs and -opened his eyes, the old man, who was -sitting beside him, burst into roars of -laughter, and told him of the joke he -had played.</p> - -<p>A-wah-nee was furious, but he kept his -anger to himself. Courteously he thanked -the giant for his welcome and for the -interesting stories, and bade him good-bye; -but as he set out for the southland, -he was saying in his heart: “The day -will come when I will mock you, old -man.”</p> - -<p>He traveled on for many weeks. Gradually -the snow melted away, grass and -flowers began to appear, and when he -reached the southland, thousands of birds<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span> -were twittering and singing in the trees.</p> - -<p>People were singing too, there in the -southland, singing and dancing around -their beloved Queen of Summer. At -first A-wah-nee laughed when he saw -her, for she was only a mite of a -creature scarcely as tall as A-wah-nee’s -foot, with long black hair waving about -her shoulders and dark eyes flashing fire. -But as he looked at her, an idea -leaped into his mind, and grew and grew -into a great plan to fool the giant -Winter.</p> - -<p>Carefully the young brave carried out -his scheme. First he went deep into the -heart of the forest and killed a deer. Then -he skinned it carefully, and made its -hide into long thin strips which he -rolled into a tight ball.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span>Returning to the place where the men -of the southland were singing and dancing -about their little Queen of Summer, -A-wah-nee waited his time. In a moment -when they were not on guard, he -caught up the tiny figure, tucked her -out of sight in a fold of his blanket, and -went striding away into the forest. As -he fled he took care to unwind some ten -or more turns of the deer-skin string -ball, and let the loose ends dangle several -yards behind him.</p> - -<p>A-wah-nee was very fleet of foot and, -too, he had taken the men of the south -so entirely unawares that before they had -planned how to rescue their stolen -Queen, the thief was already deep in -the forest and quite out of sight. But -presently they came upon the deer string<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span> -and, winding it up as they went, began to -follow where it led.</p> - -<p>In the meantime A-wah-nee had -traveled far and reached, at last, the -wigwam of the giant Winter. As before, -the old man welcomed him pleasantly and -bade him enter, for he meant to exert -his spell over the young hunter once -more.</p> - -<p>“Sit by my fire and rest,” he roared in -his great voice. “You must be weary -after your long hunt. I will tell you -tales of the giants while you refresh your -tired limbs.”</p> - -<p>“Ah no!” laughed A-wah-nee. “This -time, oh giant, I will tell the tales to -you,” and he smiled knowingly and began -to speak.</p> - -<p>As he talked, a strange thing happened<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span> -to the giant. His head nodded, his voice -grew weak, he shook all over, and tears -began to run from his eyes, for little -by little A-wah-nee had been drawing -the folds of his blanket away from the -little Queen of Summer, and she had -been watching the old man with bright -black eyes. At last she stepped out -boldly on A-wah-nee’s knee, and smiled at -Winter. Under that smile he grew -weaker and weaker until at last he fell to -the floor of the wigwam, and melted -away until nothing was left of him but -a pool of water from which came a -hoarse, moaning cry.</p> - -<p>A-wah-nee and the little Queen turned -away from him and stepped out doors. -A great change had come over the scene. -The snow had gone, the grass was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span> -fresh and green, the ice had melted -away, and the brooks were trying to -sing even louder than the happy birds. -Everything was as beautiful as the southland -itself, even more so, for there was a -cool, sweet fragrance in the air that had -come from the pure snow as it melted.</p> - -<p>Soon A-wah-nee and the little Queen -found themselves surrounded by the men -of the southland, and they were rejoiced -to see their beloved ruler once -more, safe and unharmed. When A-wah-nee -told them why he had borrowed -their little Queen, they were quite -ready to forgive him.</p> - -<p>Indeed, they found the northland so -beautiful they longed to make it their -home, but A-wah-nee warned them that -the Summer Queen’s power could last<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span> -but six months. At the end of that -time the old giant Winter would rise from -the pool of water, resume his former -shape, and with his breath freeze all -the country, over which he ruled.</p> - -<p>So from that time on, the men of the -southland came each year to the frozen -realm of the old giant Winter, bringing -their little Queen of Summer, and with -her approach the old man was forced to -take a six months’ nap. And so it has -been even to this day. 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