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Printed in U. S. A.

Twenty-ninth Edition

With one exception, all the tales in this book

are adapted from the legends collected by Henry
R. Schoolcraft, ethnologist and government agent
for the Lake Superior country, and published in
1839 with the title, "Algic Researches."
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 oo, the Stoiy-teller

THERE never was anyone so wise and knowing

as old Iagoo. There never was an Indian who
saw and heard so much. He knew the secrets
of the woods and fields, and understood the
language of birds and beasts. All his life long he had lived
out of doors, wandering far in the forest where the wild deer
hide, or skimming the waters of the lake in his birch-bark
canoe.
Besides the things he had learned for himself, Iagoo knew
much more. He knew the fairy tales and the wonder stories
told him by his grandfather, who had heard them from his
grandfather, and so on, away back to the time when the
world was young and strange, and there was magic in almost
everything.
Iagoo was a great favorite with the children. No one
knew better where to find the beautiful, colored shells which
he strung into necklaces for the little girls. No one could
teach them so well just where to look for the grasses which
their nimble fingers wove into baskets. For the boys he
made bows and arrows —
bows from the ash-tree, that would
bend far back without breaking, and arrows, strong and
straight, from the sturdy oak.
But most of all, Iagoo won the children's hearts with his
stories. Where did the robin get his red breast? How did
fire find its way
into the wood, so that an Indian can get it
out again by rubbing two sticks together? Why was Coyote,
the prairie wolf, so much cleverer than the other animals;
and why was he always looking behind him when he ran?
It was old Iagoo who could tell you where and why.
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Now, winter was the time for story-telling. When the

snow lay deep on the ground, the North. Wind came howling
from his home in the Land of Ice, and the cold moon shone
from the frosty sky, it was then that the Indians gathered
in the wigwam. It was then that Iagoo sat by the fire of
blazing logs, and the little boys and girls gathered around
him.
"Whoo, whoo!" wailed the North Wind. The sparks
leapt up, and Iagoo laid another log on the fire. "Whoo,
whoo!" What a mischievous old fellow was this North Wind!
One could almost see him his — flowing hair all hung with
icicles. If the wigwam were not so strong he would blow it
down, and if the fire were not so bright he would put it out.
But the wigwam was made on purpose, for just such a time
as this; and the forest nearby had logs to last forever. So
the North Wind could only gnash his teeth, and say, "Whoo,
whoo!"
One little girl, more timid than the rest, would draw
nearer and put her hand on the old man's arm. "O, Iagoo,"
she said, "Just listen! Do you think he can hurt us?"
"Have no fear," answered Iagoo. "The North Wind can
do no harm to anyone who is brave and cheerful. He blusters,
and makes a lot of noise; but at heart he is really a big coward,
and the fire will soon frighten him away. Suppose I tell you
a story about it."
And the story Iagoo told we shall now tell to you, the story
of how Shin-ge-bis fooled the North Wind.

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long ago, in the time when only a few people
IONG,lived upon the earth, there dwelt in the North a

^ tribe of fishermen. Now, the best fish were to be

found in the summer season, far up in the frozen places
where no one could live in the winter at all. For the King
of this Land of Ice was a fierce old man called Ka-bib-on-
—
okkabythelndians meaning in our language, the NorthWind.
Though the Land of Ice stretched across the top of the
world for thousands and thousands of miles, Ka-bib-on-okka
was not satisfied. If he could have had his way there would
have been no grass or green trees anywhere; all the world
would have been white from one year's end to another, all
the rivers frozen tight, and all the country covered with snow
and ice.

Luckily there was a limit to his power. Strong and fierce

as he was, he was no match at all for Sha-won-dasee, the South
Wind, whose home was in the pleasant land of the sun-
flower. Where Sha-won-dasee dwelt it was always summer.
When he breathed upon the land, violets appeared in the
woods, the wild rose bloomed on the yellow prairie, and the
cooing dove called musically to his mate. It was he who
caused the melons to grow, and the purple grapes; it was he
whose warm breath ripened the corn in the fields, clothed the
forests in green, and made the earth all glad and beautiful.
Then, as the summer days grew shorter in the North, Sha-
won-dasee would climb to the top of a hill, fill his great pipe,
—
and sit there dreaming and smoking. Hour after hour he
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sat and smoked; and the smoke, rising in the form of a vapor,
filled the air with a soft haze until the hills and lakes seemed
like the hills and lakes of dreamland. Not a breath of wind,
not a cloud in the sky; a great peace and stillness over all.

Nowhere else in the world was there anything so wonderful.

It was Indian Summer.
Now it was that the fishermen who set their nets in the
North worked hard and fast, knowing the time was at hand
when the South Wind would fall asleep, and fierce old Ka-
bib-on-okka would swoop down upon them and drive them
away. Sure enough! One morning a thin film of ice covered
the water where they set their nets; a heavy frost sparkled
in the sun on the bark roof of their huts.
That was sufficient warning. The ice grew thicker, the
snow fell in big, feathery flakes. Coyote, the prairie wolf,
trotted by in his shaggy white winter coat. Already they
could hear a muttering and a moaning in the distance.
"Ka-bib-on-okka is coming!" cried the fishermen. "Ka-
bib-on-okka will soon be here. time for us to go."
It is

But Shin-ge-bis, the diver, only laughed.

Shin-ge-bis was always laughing. He laughed when he
caught a big fish, and he laughed when he caught none at all.
Nothing could dampen his spirits.
"The fishing is still good," he said to his. Comrades. "I
can cut a hole in the ice, and fish with a line instead of a net.
What do / care for old Ka-bib-on-okka?"
They looked at him with amazement. It was true that
Shin-ge-bis had certain magic powers, and could change him-
self into a duck. They had seen him do it; and that is why
he came to be called the "diver." But how would this enable
him to brave the anger of the terrible North Wind?
"You had better come with us," they said. "Ka-bib-on-
okka is much stronger than you. The biggest trees of the
forest bend before his wrath. The swiftest river that runs
 anen<^nllridianlFair3rlEle^ *W "af

freezes at his touch. Unless you can turn yourself into a

bear, or a fish, you have no chance at all."
will
But Shin-ge-bis only laughed the louder.
"My fur coat lent me by Brother Beaver and my mittens
borrowed from Cousin Muskrat will protect me in the day-
time," he said, "and inside my wigwam is a pile of big logs.
Let Ka-bib-on-okka come in by my fire if he dares."
So the fishermen took their leave rather sadly; for the
laughing Shin-ge-bis was a favorite with them, and, the truth
is, they never expected to see him again.

When they were gone, Shin-ge-bis set about his work in

his own way. First of all he made sure that he had plenty of
dry bark and twigs and pine-needles, to make the fire blaze
up when he returned to his wigwam in the evening. The
snow by this time was pretty deep, but it froze so hard on
top that the sun did not melt it, and he could walk on the
surface without sinking in at all. As for fish, he well knew
how to catch them through the holes he made in the ice;
and at night he would go tramping home, trailing a long string
of them behind him, and singing a song he had made up
himself:
"Ka-bib-on-okka, ancient man,
Come and scare me if you can.
Big and blustery though you be,
You are mortal just like me!"

was thus that Ka-bib-on-okka found him, plodding

It
along late one afternoon across the snow.
"Whoo, whoo!" cried the North Wind. "What impudent,
two-legged creature is this who dares to linger here long after
the wild goose and the heron have winged their way to the
south? We shall see who is master in the Land of Ice.
This very night I will force my way into his wigwam, put his
fire out, and scatter the- ashes all around. Whoo, whoo!"
 onencani
Night came; Shin-ge-bis sat in his wigwam by the blazing
fire. And such a fire! Each backlog was
would last so big it

for a moon. That was the way the Indians, who had no clocks
or watches, counted time; instead of weeks or months, they
—
would say "a moon" the length of time from one new moon
to another.
Shin-ge-bis had been cooking a fish, a fine, fresh fish

caught that very day. Broiled over the coals, it was a tender
and savory dish; and Shin-ge-bis smacked his lips, and rubbed
his hands with pleasure. He had tramped many miles that
day; so it was a pleasant thing to sit there by the roaring
fire and toast his shins. How foolish, he thought, his com-
rades had been to leave a place where fish was so plentiful,
so early in the winter.
"They think that Ka-bib-on-okka is a kind of magician,"
he was saying to himself, "and that no one can resist him.
It's my own opinion that he's a man, just like myself. It's

true that I can't stand the cold as he does; but then, neither
can he stand the heat as I do."
This thought amused him so that he began to laugh and
sing:
"
Ka-bib-on-okka, frosty man,
Try to freeze me if you can.
Though you blow until you tire,
I am safe beside my fire!"

He was such a high good humor that he scarcely noticed

in
a sudden uproar that began without. The snow came thick
and fast; as it fell it was caught up again like so much powder
and blown against the wigwam, where it lay in huge drifts.
But instead of making it colder inside, it was really like a
thick blanket that kept the air out.
Ka-bib-on-okka soon discovered his mistake, and it made
him furious. Down the smoke-vent he shouted; and his voice
 oneneani
was and terrible that it might have frightened an
so wild
ordinary man. But Shin-ge-bis only laughed. It was so
quiet in that great, silent country that he rather enjoyed a
little noise.

"Ho, ho!" he shouted back. "How are you, Ka-bib-on-

okka? If you are not careful you will burst your cheeks."
Then the wigwam shook with the force of the blast, and
the curtain of buffalo hide that formed the doorway flapped
and rattled, and rattled and flapped.
"Come on in, Ka-bib-on-okka!" called Shin-ge-bis merrily.
"Come on in and warm yourself. It must be bitter cold
outside."
At these jeering words, Ka-bib-on-okka hurled himself
against the curtain, breaking one of the buckskin thongs;
and made his way inside. Oh, what an icy breath! —so icy
that it filled the hot wigwam like a fog.

Shin-ge-bis pretended not to notice. Still singing, he rose

to his feet, and threw on another log. It was a fat log of
pine, and it burned so hard and gave out so much heat that
he had to sit a little distance away. From the corner of his
eye he watched Ka-bib-on-okka; and what he saw made him
laugh again. The perspiration was pouring from his
forehead; the snow and icicles in his flowing hair quickly
disappeared. Just as a snowman made by children melts in
the warm sun of March, so the fierce old North Wind began
to thaw! There could be no doubt of it; Ka-bib-on-okka, the
terrible, was melting! His nose and ears became smaller, his
body began to shrink. If he remained where he was much
longer, the King of the Land of Ice would be nothing better
than a puddle.
"Come on up to the fire," said Shin-ge-bis cruelly. "You
must be chilled to the bone. Come up closer, and warm
your hands and feet."
Tke North. Wind was
a fierce old man.
 onencaiu
But the North Wind had fled, even faster than he came,
through the doorway.
Once outside, the cold air revived him, and all his anger
returned. As he had not been able to freeze Shin-ge-bis, he
spent his rage on everything in his path. Under his tread
the snow took on a crust; the brittle branches of the trees
snapped as he blew and snorted; the prowling fox hurried to
his hole; and the wandering coyote sought the first shelter
at hand.
Once more he made his way to the wigwam of Shin-ge-bis,
and shouted down the flue. "Come out," he called. "Come
out, if you dare, and wrestle with me here in the snow. We'll
soon see who's master then!"
Shin-ge-bis thought it over. "The fire must have weak-
ened him," he said to himself. "And my own body is warm.
I believe I can overpower him. Then he will not annoy me
any more, and I can stay here as long as I please."
Out of the wigwam he rushed, and Ka-bib-on-okka came
to meet him. Then a great struggle took place. Over and
over on the hard snow they rolled, locked in one another's
arms.
All night long they wrestled; and the foxes crept out of
their holes, sitting at a safe distance in a circle, watching the
wrestlers. The effort he put forth kept the blood warm in the
body of Shin-ge-bis. He could feel the North Wind growing
weaker and weaker; his icy breath was no longer a blast, but
only a feeble sigh.
At last, as the sun rose in the east, the wrestlers stood
apart, panting. Ka-bib-on-okka was conquered. With a
despairing wail, he turned and sped away. Far, far to the
North he sped, even to the land of the White Rabbit; and as
he went, the laughter of Shin-ge-bis rang out and followed
him. Cheerfulness and courage can overcome even the
North Wind.
 The littlelBqy and
rirl in the Clouds
N| yAGOO, the Story-Teller, was seated one evening in
his favorite corner, gazing into the embers of the log
fire like one in a dream.

At such a time the children knew better than to in-

terrupt him by asking questions or teasing him for a story.
They knew that Iagoo was turning over in his mind the
strange things he had heard and the wonderful things he
had seen; that the burning logs and red coals took on cur-
ious shapes and made odd pictures that only he could
understand, and that if they did not disturb him he would
presently begin to speak.
On this particular evening, however, though they waited
patiently and talked to one another only in low whispers,
Iagoo kept on sitting there as if he were made of stone. They
began to fear that he had forgotten them, and that bed-
time would come without a story. So at last little Morning
Glory, who was always asking questions, thought of one she
had never asked before.
"Iagoo!" she said; and then she stopped, fearing to offend
him.
At the sound of her voice the old man roused himself, as
if his mind had been away on a long journey into the past.

"What is Morning Glory?"

it,

"Iagoo — —
can you tell me were the mountains always
here?"
The old looked at her gravely. No matter how hard
man
the question was, or how unexpected, Iagoo was always glad
to answer. He never said: "I'm too busy, don't bother me,"
or, "Wait till some other time." So when Morning Glory
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asked him this very peculiar question, he nodded his wise old
head, saying:
"Do you know, I've often asked myself that very thing:
Were the mountains always here?"
He paused, and looked once more into the fire, as if the
answer was to be found there if he only looked long enough.
At last he spoke again:
"Yes, I think it must be true that the mountains were
—
always here the mountains and the hills. They were made
—
when the world was made a long, long time ago; and the
story of how the world was made you have heard before.
But there is one high hill that was not always here a hill —
that grew like magic, all of a sudden. Did I ever tell you the
story of the Big Rock —
how it rose and rose, and carried the
little boy and girl up among the clouds?"

"No, no!" shouted the children in a chorus. "You never

told us that one. Tell it to us now."
And this is the story of the magical Big Rock, as old Iagoo
heard it from his grandfather, who heard it from his great-
grandfather, who was almost old enough to have been there
himself when it all happened:
In the days when all animals and men lived on friendly
terms, when Coyote, the prairie wolf, was not a bad sort of
fellow when you came to know him, and even the Mountain
Lion would growl pleasantly and pass you the time of day
there lived in a beautiful valley a little boy and girl.

This valley was a lovely place to live in; never was such a
playground anywhere on earth. It was like a great green
carpet stretching for miles and miles, and when the wind blew
upon the long grass was like looking at the waves of the sea.
it

Flowers of all bloomed in the beautiful valley, berries

colors
grew thick on the bushes, and birds filled the summer air
with their songs.
Best of all, there was nothing whatever to fear. The
E; Never was such a play-
ground anywhere.
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children could wander at will —watching the gay butterflies,

making friends with the squirrels and rabbits, or following
the flight of the bee to some tree where his honey is stored.
As for the wild animals, it very different from what
was all

it is to-day, when they keep the poor things in cages, or coop

them up in a little patch of ground behind a high fence. In

the beautiful valley the animals ran free and happily, as they
were meant to do. The Bear was a big, lazy, good-natured
fellow, who lived on berries and wild honey in the summer,
and in winter crept into his cavern in the rocks and slept
there till the spring. The deer were not only gentle, but tame
as sheep, and often came to crop the tender grass that grew
where the two children were accustomed to play.
They loved all the animals, and the animals loved them;
but perhaps their special favorites were Jack Rabbit and
Antelope. Jack Rabbit had long legs, and long ears almost —
as long as a mule's, and no animal of his size could jump so
high. But of course he could not jump as high as Antelope
the name of a beautiful little deer, with short horns and slender
legs, who could run like the wind.

Another thing that made the happy valley such a pleasant

place to live in was the river that flowed through it. All the
animals came from miles around to drink from its clear, cool
waters, and to bathe in on a hot summer day. One shallow
it

pool seemed made especially for the little boy and girl. Their
friend, the Beaver, with his flat tail like an oar and his feet
webbed like a duck's, had taught them how to swim almost
as soon as they had learned to walk; and to splash around in
the pool on a warm afternoon was among their greatest
pleasures.

One day in mid-summer the water was so pleasant that

they remained in the pool much longer
than usual, so that when
at last they came out they were quite tired. And as they were
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a little chilled besides, they looked around for a good place
where they could get dry and warm .

"Let's climb up on that big, flat rock, with the moss on

it," said the little boy. "We've never done it before. It
would be lots of fun."
So he clambered up the side of the rock, which was only a
few feet high, and drew his sister up after him. Then they
lay down to rest, and pretty soon, without intending it at all,
they were fast asleep.
Nobody knows how it happened that exactly at this time
the rock began to rise and grow. But it did happen, because
there it is today, high and bare and steep, higher than the other
hills in the valley. As the children slept, it rose and rose,
inch by inch, foot by foot; by the next day it was taller than
the tallest trees.
Meanwhile their father and mother were searching for
them everywhere, but all in vain; nor was any trace of them
to be found. No one had seen them climb up on the rock,
and everyone concerned was too much excited to notice what
had really happened to it. The parents wandered far and wide
saying: "Antelope, have you seen our little boy and girl?
Jack Rabbit, you must have seen our little boy and girl."
But none of the animals had seen them.
At last they met Coyote, the cleverest of them all, trotting
along the valley with his nose in the air; so they put the same
question to him.
"No," said Coyote. "I have not seen them for a long time.
But my nose was given me to smell with, and my brains were
given me to think with. So who can tell but that I may help
your
He by their side, along the banks of the river, and
trotted
pretty soon they came to the pool where the children had been
in swimming. Coyote sniffed and sniffed. He ran around and
around, with his nose to the ground; then he ran right up to
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the rock, put his forepaws up as high as he could reach, and
sniffed again.

"H-m-m!" he grunted. "I cannot fly like the Eagle,

and I cannot swim like the Beaver. But neither am I stupid
like the Bear, nor ignorant like the Jack Rabbit. My nose
has never deceived me yet; your little boy and girl must be
up there on that rock."
"But how could they get there?" asked the astonished
parents. For the rock was now so high that the top was lost
to sight in the clouds.

"That not the question," said Coyote severely, unwilling

is

to admit there was anything he did not know. "That is not

the question at all. Anybody could ask that. The only
question worth asking is: How are we to get them down
again:
So they called all the animals together, to talk it over and
see what could be done. Then the Bear said: "If I could
only put my arms around the rock I could climb it. But it
is much too big for that." And the Fox said: "If it were only
a deep hole, instead of a high hill, I would be able to help you."
And the Beaver said: "If it were just a place out in the water
I could swim to, I'd show you very quickly."

But as this kind of talk did not take them very far, they
decided to try what jumping would do. There seemed to be
no other way; and as each one was anxious to do his part, the
smallest one was permitted to make the first attempt. So the
Mouse made a funny little hop, about as high as your hand.
The Squirrel went a little higher. Jack Rabbit made the high-
est jump of his life, and almost broke his back, to no purpose.
Antelope gave a great bound in the air, but managed to light
on his feet again without doing himself any harm. Finally,
the Mountain Lion went a long way off, to get a good start,
ran toward the rock with great leaps, sprang straight up — and
 oneneaiii
fell and rolled over on He had made a higher jump
his back.
than any of them; but was not nearly high enough.
it

No one knew what to do next. It seemed as if the little

boy and girl must be left sleeping on forever, up among the
clouds. Suddenly they heard a tiny voice saying:
"Perhaps if you let me try, I might climb up the rock."
They all looked around in surprise, wondering who it was
that spoke; and at first they could see nobody, and thought
that Coyote must be playing a trick on them. But Coyote
was as much surprised as anyone.
"Wait a minute. I'm coming as fast as I can," said the
tiny voice again. Then a Measuring Worm crawled out of
the grass —
a funny little worm that made its way along by
hunching up its back and drawing itself ahead an inch at a
time.
"Ho, ho!" said the Mountain Lion, from deep down in his
throat. He
always spoke that way when his dignity was
offended. "Ho, ho! Did you ever hear of such impudence?
If I, a lion, have failed, how can a miserable little crawling
worm like you hope to succeed; just tell me that!"
"It's downright silly," said Jack Rabbit. "That's what it
is. never heard of such conceit."
I

However, after much talk, they agreed at last that it

could do no harm to let him try. So the Measuring Worm made
his way slowly to the rock, and began to climb. In a few min-
utes he was higher than Jack Rabbit had jumped. Soon he
was farther up than the lion had been able to leap: before long
he had climbed out of sight.
It took the Measuring Worm a whole month, climbing day
and night, to reach the top of the magic rock. When he got
there he awakened the little boy and girl, who were much sur-
prised to see where they were, and guided them safely down
along a path no one else knew anything about. Thus, by
patience and perseverance, the weak little creature was able to
 kttieriean i ji anlrairyj
do something that the Bear, for all his size, and the Lion,
for all his strength, couldnever have done at all. That was a
long time ago; today there are no more lions or bears in the
valley, and no one ever thinks of them. But everybody
thinks of the Measuring Worm, because the Big Rock is still
there, and the Indians have named it after him. Tu-tok-a-nu-la,
they call it, a big name indeed for a little fellow, yet by
no means too big when you come to think of the big, brave
thins; he did.
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The Child of theEvetvingtStar

^NCE upon a time, on the shores of the great lake,

K Gitchee Gumee, there lived a hunter who had

ten beautiful young daughters. Their hair was
dark and glossy as the wings of the blackbird, and
when they walked or ran it was with the grace and freedom
of the deer in the forest.
—
Thus it was that many suitors came to court them brave
and handsome young men, straight as arrows, fleet of foot,
who could travel from sun to sun without fatigue. They were
sons of the prairie, wonderful horsemen who would ride at
breakneck speed without saddle or stirrup. They could
catch a wild horse with a noose, tame him in a magical way
by breathing into his nostrils, then mount him and gallop off
as if he always had been ridden. There were those also who
came from afar in canoes, across the waters of the Great Lake,
canoes which shot swiftly along, urged by the strong, silent
sweep of the paddle.
All of them brought presents with which they hoped to
gain the father's favor. Feathers from the wings of the eagle
who soars high up near the sun; furs of fox and beaver and the
thick, curly hair of the bison; beads of many colors, and wam-
pum, the shells which the Indians used for money; the quills
of the porcupine and the claws of the grizzly bear; deerskin
dressed to such a softness that it crumpled up in the hands
these and many other things they brought.
One by one, the daughters were wooed and married, until
nine of them had chosen husbands. One by one, other tents
were reared, so that instead of the single family lodge on the
shores of the lake there were tents enough to form a little
village. For the country was a rich one, and there was game
and fish enough for all.
There remained the youngest daughter, Oweenee the —
fairest of them all. Gentle as she was beautiful, none was so
kind of heart. Unlike her proud and talkative elder sisters,
Oweenee was shy and modest, and spoke but little. She loved
to wander alone in the woods, with no company but the birds
and squirrels and her own thoughts. What these thoughts
were we can only guess; from her dreamy eyes and sweet ex-
pression, one could but suppose that nothing selfish or mean or
hateful ever came into her mind. Yet Oweenee, modest
though she was, had a spirit of her own. More than one suitor
had found this out. More than one conceited young man,
confident that he could win her, went away crestfallen when
Oweenee began to laugh at him.
The truth is, Oweenee seemed hard to please. Suitor after
suitor came — handsome, tall young men, the handsomest and
the bravest in all the country round. Yet this fawn-eyed
maiden would have none of them. One was too tall, another
too short; one too thin, another too fat. At least, that was
the excuse she gave for sending them away. Her proud
sisters had little patience with her. It seemed to be question-
ing their own taste; for Oweenee, had she said the word, might
have gained a husband more attractive than any of theirs.
Yet no one was good enough. They could not understand her;
so they ended by despising her as a silly and unreasonable girl.
Her father, too, who loved her dearly and wished her to
be happy, was much puzzled. "Tell me, my daughter," he
said to her one day, "Is it your wish never to marry? The
handsomest young men in the land have sought you in
marriage, and you have sent them all away often with a—
poor excuse. Why is it?"
Oweenee looked at him with her large, dark eyes.
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"Father," she said at last. "It is not that I am wilful.

But it seems somehow had the power to look into the
as if I
hearts of men. It is the heart of a man, and not his face, that
really matters; and I have not yet found one youth who in
this sense is really beautiful."
Soon after, a strange thing happened. There came into
the little village an Indian named Osseo, many years older
than Oweenee. He was poor and ugly, too. Yet Oweenee
married hirn.
How the tongues of her nine proud sisters did wag! Had
the spoiled little mind? they asked. Oh, well!
thing lost her
They always knew she would ccme to a bad end; but it was
pretty hard on the family.
Of course they could not know what Oweenee had seen at
—
once that Osseo had a generous nature and a heart of gold;
that beneath his outward ugliness was the beauty of a noble
mind, and the fire and passion of a poet. That is why Oweenee
loved him; knowing, too, that he needed her care, she loved
him all the more.
Now, though Oweenee did not suspect Osseo was
it,

really a beautiful youth on whom an had been cast.

evil spell
He was in truth the son of the King of the Evening Star that —
Evening Star which shines so gloriously in the western sky,
just above the rim of the earth, as the sun is setting. Often on
a clear evening it hung suspended in the purple twilight like
some glittering jewel. So close it seemed, and so friendly, that
the little children would reach out their hands, thinking that
they might grasp it ere it was swallowed by the night,
and keep it always for their own. But the older ones
would say: "Surely it must be a bead on the garments of
the Great Spirit as he walks in the evening through the gar-
den of the heavens."
Little did they know that the poor, despised Osseo had
really descended from that star. And when he, too, stretched
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out his arms toward it, and murmured words they could not
understand, they all made sport of him.
There came a time when a great feast was prepared in a
neighboring village, and all of Oweenee's kinsfolk were invited
to attend. —
They set out on foot the nine proud sisters,
with their husbands, walking ahead, much pleased with them-
selves and their finery, and all chattering like magpies. But
Oweenee walked behind in silence, and with her walked
Osseo.
The sun had set; in the purple twilight, over the edge of
the earth, sparkled the Evening Star. Osseo, pausing,
stretched out his hands toward it, as if imploring pity; but
when the others saw him in this attitude they all made merry,
laughing and joking and making unkind remarks.
"Instead of looking up in the sky," said one of the sisters,
"he had better be looking on the ground. Else he may
stumble and break his neck." Then calling back to him, she
cried: "Look out! Here's a big log. Do you think you can
manage to climb over it?"
Osseo made no answer; but when he came to the log he
paused again. It was the trunk of a huge oak-tree blown down
by the wind. There it had lain for years, just as it fell; and
the leaves of many summers lay thick upon it. There was one
thing, though, the sisters had not noticed.. The tree-trunk
was not a solid one, but hollow, and so big around that a man
could walk inside it from one end to the other without stooping.
But Osseo did not pause because he was unable to climb
over it. There was something mysterious and magical in the
appearance of the great hollow trunk; and he gazed at it a long
time, as if he had seen it in a dream, and had been looking lor it
ever since.
"What is it, Osseo?" asked Oweenee, touching him on the
arm. "Do you see something that I cannot see?"
But Osseo only gave a shout that echoed through the
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forest,and leaped inside the log. Then as Oweenee, a little
alarmed, stood there waiting, the figure of a man came out
from the other end. Could this be Osseo? Yes, it was he
but how transformed! No longer bent and ugly, no longer
weak and —
but a beautiful youth vigorous and straight
ailing;
and tall. His enchantment was at an end.
But the evil spell had not been wholly lifted, after all.
As Osseo approached he saw that a great change was taking
place in his loved one. Her glossy black hair was turning
white, deep wrinkles lined her face; she walked with a feeble
step, leaning on a staff. Though he had regained his youth
and beauty, she in turn had suddenly grown old.
"O, my dearest one!" he cried. "The Evening Star has
mocked me in letting this misfortune come upon you. Better
far had I remained as I was; gladly would I have borne the
insults and laughter of your people rather than you should
be made to suffer."
"As long as you love me," answered Oweenee, "I am
perfectly content. If I had the choice to make, and only one
of us could be young and fair, it is you that I would wish to be
beautiful."
Then he took her in his arms and caressed her, vowing that
he loved her more than ever for her goodness of heart; and
together they walked hand in hand, as lovers do.
When the proud sisters saw what had happened they could
scarcely believe their eyes. They looked enviously at Osseo,
who was now far handsomer than any one of their husbands,
and much way. In his eyes was
their superior in every other
the wonderful light of the Evening Star, and when he spoke
all men turned to listen and admire him. But the hard-hearted
sisters had no pity for Oweenee. Indeed, it rather pleased them
to see that she could no longer dim their beauty, and to
realize that people would no longer be singing her praises in
their jealous ears.
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The was spread, and all made merry but Osseo. He
feast
sat like one in a dream, neither eating nor drinking. From
time to time he would press Oweenee's hand, and speak a word
of comfort in her ear. But for the most part he sat there,
gazing through the door of the tent at the star-besprinkled
sky.
Soon a silence fell on all the company. From out of the
night, from the dark, mysterious forest, came the sound of
—
music a low, sweet music that was like, yet unlike, the song
sung by the thrush in summer twilight. It was magical music
such as none had ever heard, coming, as it seemed, from a
great distance, and rising and falling on the quiet summer
evening. All those at the feast wondered as they listened.
And well they might! For what to them was only music, was
to Osseo a voice that he understood, a voice from the sky
itself, the voice of the Evening Star. These were the words
that he heard:
"Suffer no more, my son; for the evil spell is broken, and
hereafter no magician shall work you harm. Suffer no more;
for the time has come when you shall leave the earth and
dwell here with me in the heavens. Before you is a dish on
which my light has fallen, blessing it and giving it a magic
virtue. Eat of this dish, Osseo, and all will be well."
So Osseo tasted the food before him, and behold! The tent
began to tremble, and rose slowly into the air; up, up above
—
the tree-tops up, up toward the stars. As it rose, the things
within it were wondrously changed. The kettles of clay be-
came bowls of silver, the wooden dishes were scarlet shells,
while the bark of the roof and the poles supporting it were
transformed into some glittering substance that sparkled in
the rays of the stars. Higher and higher it rose. Then the
nine proud sisters and their husbands were all changed into
birds. The men became robins, thrushes and woodpeckers.
The sisters were changed into various birds with bright plum-
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age; the four who had chattered most, whose tongues were
always wagging, now appeared in the feathers of the magpie
and bluejay.
Osseo sat gazing at Oweenee. Would she, too, change into
a bird, and be lost to him ? The very thought of it made him
bow his head with grief; then, as he looked at her once more,
he saw her beauty suddenly restored, while the color of her
garments was the color only to be found where the dyes of the
rainbow are made.
Again the tent swayed and trembled as the currents of the
air bore it higher and higher, into and above the clouds; up,
up, up —
till at last it settled gently on the land of the Evening

Star.
Osseo and Oweenee caught all the birds, and put them in a
great silver cage, where they seemed quite content in each
other's company. Scarcely was this done when Osseo's father,
the King of the Evening Star, came to greet them. He was
attired in a flowing robe, spun from star-dust, and his long
white hair hung like a cloud upon his shoulders.
"Welcome," he said, "my dear children. Welcome to the
kingdom in the sky that has always awaited you. The trials
you have passed through have been bitter; but you have
borne them bravely, and now you will be rewarded for all
your courage and devotion. Here you will live happily; yet of
one thing you must beware."
He —
pointed to a little star in the distance a little, winking
star, hidden from time to time by a cloud of vapor.
"On that star," he continued, "lives a magician named
Wabeno. He has the power to dart his rays, like so many
arrows, at those he wishes to injure. He has always been my
enemy; it was he who changed Osseo into an old man and cast
him down upon the earth. Have a care that his light does not
fall upon you. Luckily, his power for evil has been greatly
weakened; for the friendly clouds have come to my assistance,
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and form a screen of vapor through which his arrows cannot
penetrate."
The happy pair fell upon their knees, and kissed his hands
in gratitude.
"But these birds," said Osseo, rising and pointing to the
cage. "Is this also the work of Wabeno, the magician?"
"No," answered the King of the Evening Star. "It was
my own power, the power of love, that caused your tent to
rise and bear you hither. It was likewise by my power that
the envious sisters and their husbands were transformed into
birds. Because they hated you and mocked you, and were
cruel and scornful to the weak and the old, I have done this
thing. It is not so great a punishment as they deserve. Here
in the silver cage they will be happy enough, proud of their
handsome plumage, strutting and twittering to their hearts'
content. Hang the cage there, at the doorway of my dwelling.
They shall be well cared for."

Thus it was that Osseo and Oweenee came to live in the

kingdom of the Evening Star; and, as the years passed by,
the little winking star where Wabeno, the magician, lived grew
pale and paler and dim and dimmer, till it quite lost its power
to harm. Meanwhile a little son had come to make their
happiness more perfect, a charming boy with the dark, dreamy
eyes of his mother and the strength and courage of Osseo.
It was
a wonderful place for a little boy to live in close to —
the stars and the moon, with the sky so near that it seemed
a kind of curtain for his bed, and all the glory of the heavens
spread out before him. But sometimes he was lonely, and
—
wondered what the Earth was like the Earth his father and
mother had come from. He could see it far, far below
so far that it looked no bigger than an orange; and sometimes
he would stretch out his hands toward it, just as the little
children on earth stretch out their hands for the moon.
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His father had made him a bow, with little arrows, and this
was a great delight to him. But still he was lonely, and
wondered what the little boys and girls on earth were doing,
and whether they would be nice to play with. The Earth
must be a pretty place, he thought, with so many people
living on it. His mother had told him strange stories of that
far-away land, with its lovely lakes and rivers, its great, green
forests where the deer and the squirrel lived, and the yellow,
rolling prairies swarming with buffalo.

These had come from the

birds, too, in the great silver cage
Earth, he was told; and there were thousands and thousands
just like them, as well as others even more beautiful that he
had never seen at all. Swans with long, curved necks, that
floated gracefully on the waters; whip-poor-wills that called at
night from the woods; the robin redbreast, the dove and the
swallow. What wonderful birds they must be!
Sometimes he would sit near the cage, trying to understand
the language of the feathered creatures inside. One day a
strange idea came into his head. He would open the door of
the cage and let them out. Then they would fly back to
Earth, and perhaps they would take him with them. When
his father and mother missed him they would be sure to follow
him to the Earth, and then
He could not quite see just how it would all end. But he
found himself quite close to the cage, and the first thing he
knew he had opened the door and let out all the birds. Round
and round they flew; and now he was half sorry, and a little
afraid as well. If the birds flew back to Earth, and left him
there, what would his grandfather say?

"Come back, come back!" he called.

But the birds only flew around him in circles, and paid no
attention to him. At any moment they might be winging their
way to the Earth.
 "Come back, I tell you!" he cried, stamping his foot and
waving his little bow. "Come back, I say, or I'll shoot you."
Then, as they would not obey him, he fitted an arrow to
his bow and let it fly. So well did he aim that the arrow sped
through the plumage of a bird, and the feathers fell all around.
The bird itself, a little stunned but not much hurt, fell down;
and a tiny trickle of blood stained the ground where it lay.
But it was no longer a bird, with an arrow in its wing; instead,
there stood in its place a beautiful young woman.
Now, no one who lives in the stars is ever permitted to shed
blood, whether it be of man, beast or bird. So when the few
drops fell upon the Evening Star, everything was changed.
The boy suddenly found himself sinking slowly downward,
held up by invisible hands, yet ever sinking closer and closer to
the Earth. Soon he could see its green hills and the swans
floating on the water, till at last he rested on a grassy island
in a great lake. Lying there, and looking up at the sky, he
could see the tent descending, too. Down it softly drifted,
till it in turn sank upon the island; and in it were his father and

—
mother, Osseo and Oweenee returned to earth, to live once
more among men and women and teach them how to live.
For they had learned many things in their life upon the
Evening Star; and the children of Earth would be better for
the knowledge.
As they stood there, hand in hand, all the enchanted birds
came fluttering after, falling and fluttering through the air.
Then as each one touched the Earth, it was no longer a bird
they saw, but ahuman being. A human being, yet not quite
now they were only dwarfs, Little People, or
as before; for
Pygmies; Puk-Wudjies, as the Indians called them. Happy
Little People they became, seen only by a few. Fishermen,
they say, would sometimes get a glimpse of them —dancing in

the light of the Evening Star, of a summer night, on the

sandy, level beach of the Great Lake.
 The Boy who snared
the U1V
AA DEEP, snow covered the earth, and sparkled
crusted
IX\ in the light of a wintry moon. The wind had
/ \\ died away; it was very cold and still. Not a
^^ -^™* sound came from the forest; the only noise that

broke the perfect quiet of the night was the cracking of the
ice on the Big-sea-water, Gitche Gumee, which was now
frozen solid.
But inside old Iagoo's teepee it was warm and cheerful.
The teepee, as the Indians call a tent, was covered with the
thick, tough skin of the buffalo; the winter coat of Muk-wa,
the bear, had now become a pleasant soft rug for Iagoo's
two young visitors, Morning Glory and her little brother,
Eagle Feather. Squatting at their ease on the warm fur,
they waited for the old man to speak.
Suddenly a white-footed mouse crept from his nest in a
corner, and, advancing close to the children, sat up on his
hind-legs, like a dog that begs for a biscuit. Eagle Feather
raised his hand in a threatening way, but Morning Glory
caught him by the arm.
"No, no!" she said. "You must not harm him. See
how friendly he is, and not a bit afraid. There is game enough
in the forest for a brave boy's bow and arrow. Why should
he spend his strength on a weak little mouse?"
Eagle Feather, pleased with anything that seemed like
praise of his strength, let his hand fall.
"Your words are true words, Morning Glory," he answered.
"Against Ahmeek, the beaver, or Wau-be-se, the wild swan,
it is better that I should measure my hunter's skill."
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At this, Iagoo, turning around, broke his long silence.
"There was a time," he said, mysteriously, "when a
thousand boys such as Eagle Feather would have been no
match at all for that mouse as he used to be."
"When was that?" asked Eagle Feather, looking uneasily
at his sister.
"In the days of the great Dormouse," answered Iagoo.
"In the days, long ago, when there were many more animals
than men on the earth, and the biggest of all the beasts was
the Dormouse. Then something strange happened —some-
thing that never happened before or since. Shall I tell you
about it?"
"O, please do!" begged Morning Glory.
"The story I am going to tell you," began Iagoo, "is not
so much a story about the Dormouse as it is a story about a
little boy and his sister. Yet had it not been for the Dor-
mouse, I would not be here to tell about it, and you would
not be here to listen.
"To begin with, you must understand that the world in
those days was a different sort of place from what it is now.
O yes, a different sort of place. People did not eat the flesh
of animals. They lived on berries, and roots, and wild vege-
tables. The Great Spirit, who made all things on land, and
in the sky and water, had not yet given men Mon-da-min,
the Indian corn. There was no fire to give them heat, or
to cook with. In all the world there was just one small fire,
watched by two old witches who let nobody come near it;
and until Coyote, the prairie wolf, came along and stole some
of this fire, the food that people could manage to get was
eaten raw, the way it grew."
"They must have been pretty hungry," said Morning
Glory.
"O, yes, they were hungry," agreed Iagoo. "But that
was not all. There were so many animals, and so few men,
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that the animals ruled the earth in their own way. The
biggest of them was Bosh-kwa-dosh, the Mastodon. He
all

was higher than the highest trees, and he had an enormous

appetite. But he did not stay long on earth, or there would
not have been food enough even for the other animals."
"I thought you said the Dormouse was the biggest,"
interrupted Eagle Feather.
Iagoo looked at him severely.
"At the time I speak of," he continued, ''Bosh-kwa-dosh,
the Mastodon, had just gone away. He had not gone a bit
too soon, either; for, by this time, the only people left on the
whole earth were a young girl and her little brother."
"Like Eagle Feather and me?" asked Morning Glory.
"The girl was much like you," said Iagoo, patiently.
"But the boy was a dwarf, who never grew to be more than
three feet high. Being so much stronger and larger than her
brother, she gathered all the food for both, and cared for him
in every way. Sometimes she would take him along with
her, when she went to look for berries and roots. 'He's such
a very little boy,' she said to herself, 'that if I leave him all
alone, some big bird may swoop down, and carry him off
to its nest.'
"She did not know what a strange boy he was, and how
much mischief he could do when he set his mind upon it.
One day she said to him: 'Look, little brother! I have
made you a bow and some arrows. It is time you learned
to take care of yourself; so when I am gone, practice shoot-
ing, for this is a thing you must know how to do.'
"Winter was coming, and to keep himself from freezing
the boy had nothing better than a light garment woven by
his sister from the wild grasses. How could he get a warm
coat? As he asked himself that question, a flock of snow
birds flew down, near by, and began pecking at the fallen
logs, to get the worms. 'Ha!' said he. 'Their feathers
 The biggest of them all was
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would make me a fine coat.' Bending his bow, he let an

arrow fly; but he had not yet learned how to shoot straight.
It went wide of the mark. He shot a second, and a third;
then the birds took fright, and flew away.
—
"Each day he tried again shooting at a tree when there
was nothing better to aim at. At last he killed a snow bird,
then another and another. When he had shot ten birds, he
had enough. 'See, sister,' he said, 'I shall not freeze. Now
you can make me a coat from the skins of these little birds.'
"So his sister sewed the skins together, and made him the
coat, the first warm winter coat he had ever had. It was
fine to look at, and the feathers kept out the cold. Eh-yah!
he was proud of it! With his bow and arrows, he strutted
up and down, like a little turkey cock. 'Is it true?' he asked,
'that you and I are the only persons living on earth? Per-
haps if I look around, I may find someone else. It will do
no harm to try.'
"His sister feared he would come to some harm; but he
had made up his mind to see the world for himself, and off
he went. But his legs were short, he was not used to walk-
ing far, and he soon grew tired. When he came to a bare
place, on the edge of a hill, where the sun had melted the
snow, he lay down, and was soon fast asleep.
"As he slept, the sun played him a trick. It was a mild
winter's day. The bird skins of which the coat was made
were still fresh and tender, and under the full glare of the
sun they began to shrivel and shrink. 'Eh-yah! What's
wrong?' he muttered in his sleep, feeling the coat become
tighter and tighter. Then he woke, stretched out his arms,
and saw what had happened.
"The sun was nearly sinking now. The boy stood up
and faced it, and shook his small fist. 'See what you have
done!' he cried, with a stamp of his foot. 'You have spoiled
my new birdskin coat. Never mind! You think yourself
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beyond my reach, up there; but I'll be revenged on you.
"
Just wait and see!'
"But how could he reach the sun?" asked Morning Glory,
her eyes growing rounder and rounder.
"That is what his sister asked, when he told her about
it," said Iagoo. "And what do you think he did? First,
he did nothing at but stretch himself out on the ground,
all

where he lay days without eating or moving. Then

for ten
he turned over on the other side, and lay there for ten days
more. At last he rose to his feet. 'I have made up my mind,'
he said. 'Sister, I have a plan to catch the sun in a noose.
Find me some kind of a cord from which I can make a snare.'
"She got some tough grass, and twisted it into a rope.
'That will not do,' he said. 'You must find something
stronger.' He no longer talked like a little boy, but like one
who was to be obeyed. Then his sister thought of her hair.
She cut enough from her head to make a cord, and when she
had plaited it he was much pleased, and said it would do.
He took it from her, and drew it between his lips, and as he
did this it turned into a kind of metal, and grew much stronger
and longer, till he had so much that he wound it around his
body.
"In the middle of the night he made his way to the hill,
and there he fixed a noose at the place where the sun would
rise. He had to wait a long time in the cold and darkness.
But at last a faint light came into the sky. As the sun rose
it was caught fast in the noose, and there it stayed."

Iagoo stopped talking, and sat looking into the fire. One
might have supposed that when he did this he saw pictures
in the flames, and in the red coals, and that these pictures
helped him to tell the story. But Morning Glory was im-
patient to hear the rest.
"Iagoo," she said, timidly, at last. "Did you forget
about the Dormouse?"
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"Eh-yah! the Dormouse! No. I have not forgotten,"

answered the old man, rousing himself. "When the sun
did not rise as usual, the animals could not tell what had
happened. Ad-ji-dau-mo, the squirrel, chattered and
scolded from the branch of a pine tree. Kah-gah-gee, the
raven, flapped his wings, and croaked more hoarsely than
ever, to tell the others that the end of the world had come.
Only Muk-wa, the bear, did not mind. He had crept into
his cave for the winter, and the darker it was the better he
liked it.

"Wa-bun, the East Wind, was the one who brought the
news. He had drawn from his quiver the silver arrows with
which he chased the darkness from the valleys. But the
sun had not risen to help him, and the arrows fell harmless to
the earth. 'Wake, wake!' he wailed. 'Someone has caught
the sun in a snare. Which of all the animals will dare to
cut the cord?'
"But even Coyote, the prairie wolf, who was the wisest
of them all, could think of no way to free the sun. So great
was the heat thrown out by its rays that he could not come
within an arrow's flight of where it was caught fast in the
magical noose of hair.
" 'Leave
it to me!' screamed Ken-eu, the war-eagle, from

his nest on the cliff. 'It is I alone who soar to the sky, and
look the sun in the face, without winking. Leave it tome!'
"Downhe darted through the darkness, and up he flew
again, with his eagle feathers singed. Then they woke the
Dormouse. They had a hard time doing it, because when he
once went to sleep he stayed asleep for six months, and it was
almost impossible to arouse him. Coyote crept close to his
ear, and howled with all his might. It would have split the ear-
drum of almost any other animal. But Kug-e-been-gwa-kwa,
the Dormouse, only groaned and turned over on the other
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side, and Coyote had a narrow escape from being mashed

flat, like a corn-cake.
" 'There is only one thing that will wake him,' said
Coyote, getting up and shaking himself. T will run to the
mountain cave of An-ne-mee-kee, the Thunder. His voice is
even more terrible than mine.' So off he went at a gallop.
"Soon they could hear An-ne-mee-kee coming. Boom,
boom! When he shouted in the ear of the Dormouse, the
biggest beast on earth rose slowly to his feet. In the dark-
ness he looked bigger than ever, almost as big as a mountain.
An-ne-mee-kee, the Thunder, shouted once more, to make
sure that the Dormouse was really wide awake, and would
not go to sleep again.
" 'Now,' said Coyote to the Dormouse, 'it is you that will
have to free the sun. he burned one of us, there would be
If
little left but bones. But you are so big that if part of you is
burned away there will still be enough. Then, in that case you
would not have to eat so much, or work so hard to get it.'

"The Dormouse was and Coyote's talk

a stupid animal,
seemed true talk. Besides, as he was the biggest animal, he
was expected to do the biggest things. So he made his way
to the hill, where the little boy had snared the sun, and began
to nibble at the noose. As he nibbled away, his back got
hotter and hotter. Soon it began to burn, till all the upper
part of him burned away, and became great heaps of ashes.
At last, when he had cut through the cord with his teeth, and
set the sun free, all that was left of him was an animal no
larger than an ordinary mouse. What he became then, so
he is today. Still, he is big enough for a mouse; and perhaps
that is what Coyote really meant. Coyote, the prairie wolf, is
a cunning beast, up to many tricks, and it is not always easy
to tell exactly what he means."
 "^ -f How tl>e Svixrvmer
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/X\ ^HT /jf'ORNING Glory was tired of the winter, and
NVtfl longed for the spring to come. Sometimes it
I \/ seemed as if Ka-bib-on-okka, the fierce old
I

•^» ^^- North Wind, would never go back to his home

in the Land of Ice. With he had frozen tight
his cold breath
and hard the Big-Sea-Water, Gitche Gumee, and covered it deep
with snow, till you could not tell theGreatLake from the land.

Except for the beautiful green pines, all the world was white
—a dazzling, silent world in which there was no musical
murmur of waters and no song of birds.

"Will O-pee-chee, the robin, never come again?" sighed

Morning Glory. "Suppose there was no summer anywhere,
and no Sha-won-dasee, the South Wind, to bring the violet
and the dove. O, Iagoo, would it not be dreadful?"
"Be patient, Morning Glory," answered the old man.
"Soon you will hear W a-wa, the wild goose, flying high up, on
T

his way to the North. I have lived many moons. Sometimes

he seems long in coming, but he always comes. When you
hear him call, then O-pee-chee, the robin, will not be far
behind."

"I'll try to be patient" Morning Glory. "But

said
Ka-bib-on-okka, the North Wind, is so strong and fierce.
I can't help wondering whether there ever was a time when his

power was so great that he made his home here always. It

makes me shiver to think of it!"
Iagoo rose from his place by the fire, and drew to one side
the curtain of buffalo-hide that screened the doorway. He
—
pointed to the sky clear, and sparkling with stars.
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"Look!" he said. "There, in the North. See that little

cluster of stars. Do you know the name we give it?"

"/ know," said Eagle Feather. "It is O-jeeg An-nung
the Fisher stars. If you look right, you can see how they make
the body of the Fisher. He is stretched out flat, with an arrow
through his tail. See, sister!"
"The Fisher," repeated Morning Glory. "You mean the
furry little animal, something like a fox? Is Marten another
name for it?"
"That's it," said Eagle Feather.
"Yes, I see," nodded Morning Glory. "But why is the
Fisher spread out flat that way, in the sky, with an arrow stick-
ing through his tail?"
"I don't know just exactly why," admitted Eagle Feather.
"I suppose some hunter was chasing him. Perhaps Iagoo
can tell us."
Iagoo closed the curtain, and went back to the fire.
"You thought there might have been a time when there
was no summer on the earth," he said to Morning Glory.
"And you were right. Until O-jeeg, the Fisher, found a way
to bring the summer down from the sky, the earth was every-
where covered with snow, and it was always cold. If O-jeeg
had not been willing to give his life, so that all the rest of us
could be warm, Ka-bib-on-okka, the North Wind, would have
ruled the world, as he now rules the Land of Ice."
Then Morning Glory and Eagle Feather sat down on the
soft rug that was once the winter coat of Muk-wa, the bear,
and Iagoo told them the story of How the Summer Came:
In the wild forest that borders the Great Lake there once
lived a mighty hunter named O-jeeg. No one knew the woods
so well as he; where others would be lost without a trail to
guide them, he found his way easily and quickly, by day or
night, through the trackless tangle of trees and underbrush.
Where the red deer fled, he followed; the bear could not escape
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his swift pursuit. He had the cunning of the fox, the endur-
ance of the wolf, the speed of the wild turkey when it runs at
the scent of danger.
When O-jeeg shot an arrow, it always hit the mark. When
he set out on a journey, no storm or snow could turn him back.
He did everything he said he would do, and did it well.
Thus it was that some men came to believe that O-jeeg
was a Manito — the Indian name for one who has magic powers.
This much was certain: whenever O-jeeg wished to do so, he
could change himself into the little animal known as the Fisher,
or Marten.
Perhaps that is why he was on such friendly terms with
some of the animals, who were always willing to help him when
he called upon them. Among these were the otter, the beaver,
the lynx, the badger and the wolverine. There came a time,
as we shall see, when he needed their services badly, and they
were not slow in coming to his assistance.
O-jeeg had a wife whom he dearly loved, and a son, of
thirteen years, who promised to be as great a hunter as his
father. Already he had shown great skill with the bow and
arrow; if some accident should prevent O-jeeg from supplying
the family with the game upon which they lived, his son felt
sure that he himself could shoot as many squirrels and turkeys
as they needed to keep them from starving. With O-jeeg to
bring them venison, bear's meat and wild turkey, they had
thus far plenty to eat. Had it not been for the cold, the boy
would have been happy enough. They had warm clothing,
made from deerskin and furs; to keep their fire burning, they
had all the wood in the forest. Yet, in spite of this, the cold
was a great trial; for it was always winter, and the deep snow
never melted.
Some wise old men had somewhere heard that the sky was
not only the roof of our own world, but also was the floor of a
beautiful world beyond; a land where birds with bright feathers
Men came to believe that
0-jee£ was a Manito*.*«
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sang sweetly through a pleasant, warm season called Summer.
It was a pretty story that people wished to believe; and likely
enough, they said, when you came to think that the sun was
so far away from the earth, and so close to the sky itself.
The boy used to dream about it, and wonder what could
be done. His father could do anything; some men said he
was a Manito. Perhaps he could find some way to bring
Summer to the earth. That would be the greatest thing of all.
Sometimes it was so cold that when the boy went into the
woods his fingers would be frost-bitten. Then he could not
fit the notch of his arrow to the bowstring, and was obliged

to go back home without any game whatever. One day he

had wandered far in the forest, and was returning empty-
handed, when he saw a red squirrel seated on his hindlegs on
the stump of a tree. The squirrel was gnawing a pine cone,
and did not try to run away when the young hunter came near.
Then the little animal spoke:
"My grandson," said he, "there is something I wish to tell
you that you will be pleased to hear. Put away your arrows,
and do not try to shoot me, and I shall give you some gocd
advice."
The boy was surprised; but he unstrung his bow, and put
the arrow in his quiver.
"Now," said the squirrel, "listen carefully to what I have
to say. The earth is always covered with snow, and the frost
bites your fingers, and makes you unhappy. I dislike the cold

as much as you do. To tell the truth, there is little enough

tor me to eat in these woods, with the ground frozen hard all
the time. You can see how thin I am, for there is not much
fat in a pine cone. Ifsomeone could manage to bring the
Summer down from the sky, it would be a great blessing."
"Is it really true, then," asked the boy, "that up beyond
the sky is a pleasant warm land, where Winter only stays for
a few moons?"
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"Yes, it is true," said the squirrel. "We animals have

known it for a long time. Ken-eu, the war-eagle, who soars
near the sun, once saw a small crack in the sky. The crack
was made by Way-wass-i-mo, the Lightning, in a great storm
that covered all the earth with water. Ken-eu, the war-eagle,
felt warm air
the leaking through; but the people who live
up above mended the crack the very next moment, and the
sky has never leaked again."
"Then our wise.old men were right," said the boy. "O-jeeg,
my father, can do most anything he has a mind to. Do you
suppose if he tried hard enough, he could get through the sky,
and bring the Summer down to us?"
"Of course!" exclaimed the squirrel. "That is why I spoke
to you about it. Your father is a Manito. If you beg him
hard enough, and tell him how unhappy you are, he is sure to
make the attempt. When you go back, show him your frost-
bitten fingers. Tell him how you tramp all day through the
snow, and how difficult it is to make your way home. Tell
him that some day you may be frozen stiff, and never get back
at all. Then he will do as you ask, because he loves you very
much."
The boy thanked the squirrel, and promised to follow this
advice. From that day he gave his father no peace. At
last O-jeeg said to him:
"My son, what you ask me to do is a dangerous thing, and
I do not know what may come of But my power as
it. a
Manito was given me for a good purpose, and I can put it

to no better use than to try to bring the Summer down from

the sky, and make the world a more pleasant place to live in."
Then he prepared a feast to which he invited his friends,
the otter, the beaver, the lynx, the badger, and the wolverine;
and they put their heads together, to decide what was best
all

to be done. The lynx was the first to speak. He had trav-

elled far on his long legs, and had been to many strange places.
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Besides, if you had good strong and you looked at the

eyes,
sky, on a clear night when there was no
moon, you could see a
little group of stars which the wise old men said was exactly

like a lynx. It gave him a certain importance, especially in

matters of this kind; so when he began to speak, the others
listened with great respect.
"There is a high mountain," said he, "that none ofyou
has ever seen. No
one ever saw the top, because it is always
hidden by the clouds; but I am told it is the highest mountain
in the world, and almost touches the sky."
The otter began to laugh. He is the only animal that can
do this; sometimes he laughs for no particular reason, unless
it is that he thinks himself more clever than the other animals,

and likes to "show off."

"What are you laughing at?" asked the lynx.
"Oh, nothing," answered the otter. "I was just laughing."
"It will get you into trouble some day," said the lynx.
"Just because you never heard of this mountain, you think it
is not there."
"Do you know how to get to it?" asked O-jeeg. "If we
could climb to the top, we might find a way to break through
the sky. seems a good plan."
It
"That is what
I was thinking," said the lynx. "It is true
I don't know just where it is. But a moon's journey from here,
there lives a Manito who has the shape of a giant. He knows,
and he could tell us."
So O-jeeg bade good-bye to his wife and his little son,
and the next day the lynx began the long journey, with
O-jeeg and the others following close behind. It was just
as the lynx had said. When they had travelled, day and
night, for a moon, they came to a lodge, as the white
men call an Indian's tent; and there was the Manito stand-
ing in the doorway. He was a queer-looking man, such
as they had never seen before, with an enormous head
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and three eyes, one eye being set in his forehead above
the other two.
He invited them into the lodge, and set some meat before
them; but he had such an odd look, and his movements were
so awkward, that the otter could not help laughing. At this,
the eye in the Manito's forehead grew red, like a live coal,
and he made a leap at the otter, who barely managed to slip
through the doorway, out into the bitter cold and darkness
of the night, without having tasted a morsel of supper.
When the otter had gone, the Manito seemed satisfied,
and them they could spend the night in his lodge. They
told
did so; and O-jeeg, who stayed awake while his friends slept,
noticed that only two of the Manito's eyes were closed, while
the one in his forehead remained wide open.
In the morning the Manito told O-jeeg to travel straight
toward the North Star, and that in twenty suns the Indian —
—
name for days they would reach the mountain. "As you
are a Manito yourself," he said, "you may be able to climb
to the top, and to take your friends with you. But I cannot
promise that you will be able to get down again."
"If it is close enough to the sky," answered O-jeeg, "that
is all I ask."
Once more they set out. On their way they met the otter,
who laughed again when he saw them; but this time he laughed
because he was glad to find them, and glad to get some meat
that O-jeeg had saved from the Manito's supper.
In twenty days they came to the foot of the mountain.
Then up and up they climbed, till they passed quite through
the clouds; up once more, till at last they stopped, all out of
breath, and sat down to rest on the highest peak in the world.
To their great delight, the sky seemed so close that they could
almost touch it.

O-jeeg and his comrades filled their pipes. But before

smoking, they called out to the Great Spirit, asking for success
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in their attempt. In Indian fashion they pointed to the earth,
to the sky overhead, and to the four winds.
"Now," said O-jeeg, when they had finished smoking,
"which of you can jump the highest?"
The otter grinned.
"Jump, then!" commanded O-jeeg.
The otter jumped, and, sure enough, his head hit the sky.
But the sky was the harder of the two, and back he fell
When he struck the ground, he began to slide down the moun-
tain; soon he was out of sight, and they saw him no more.
"Ugh!" grunted the lynx. "He is laughing on the other
side of his mouth."
It was the beaver's turn. He, too, hit the sky, but fell

down in a heap. The badger and the lynx had no better

luck, and heads ached for a long time afterward.
their
"It depends on you," said O-jeeg to the wolverine.
all

"You are the strongest of them all. Ready, now jump!" —

The wolverine jumped, and fell, but came down on his
feet, sound and whole.

"Good!" cried O-jeeg. "Try again!"

This time the wolverine made a dent in the sky.
"It's cracking!" exclaimed O-jeeg. "Now, once more!"
For the third time the wolverine jumped. Through the
sky he went, passing out of sight, and O-jeeg quickly followed
him.
Looking around them, they beheld a beautiful land.
O-jeeg, who had spent his life among the snows, stood like a
man who dreams, wondering if it could be true. He had left
behind him a bare world, white with winter, whose waters
were always frozen, a world without song or color. He had
now come into a country that was a great green plain, with
flowers of many hues; where birds of bright plumage sang
amid the leafy branches of trees hung with golden fruit.
Streams wandered through the meadows, and flowed into
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lovely lakes. The air was mild, and filled with the perfume
from a million blossoms. It was Summer.
Along the banks of a lake were the lodges in which lived
the people of the sky, who could be seen some distance away.
The lodges were empty, but before them were hung cages in
which there were many beautiful birds. Already the warm
air of Summer had begun to rush through the hole made by
the wolverine, and O-jeeg now made haste to open the cages,
so that the birds could follow.
The sky-dwellers saw what was happening, and raised a
great shout. But Spring, Summer and Autumn had already
escaped through the opening into the world below, and many
of the birds as well.
The wolverine, too, had managed to reach the hole, and
descend to the earth, before the sky-dwellers could catch him.
But O-jeeg was not so fortunate. There were still some birds
remaining that he knew his son would like to see, so he went
on opening the cages. By this time the sky dwellers had closed
the hole, and O-jeeg was too late.
As the sky-dwellers pursued him, he changed himself into
the Fisher, and ran along the plain, toward the North, at
the top of his speed. In the form of the Fisher he could run
faster. Also, when he took this shape, no arrow could injure
him unless it hit a spot near the tip of his tail.
But the sky-dwellers ran even faster, and the Fisher
climbed a tall tree. They were good marksmen, and they shot
a great many arrows, until at last one of these chanced to hit
the fatal spot. Then the Fisher knew that his time had come.
Now he saw that some of his enemies were marked with the
totems, or family arms, of his own tribe. "My Cousins'"
he called to them. "I beg of you that you go away, and leave
me here alone."
The sky-dwellers granted his request. When they had
gone, the Fisher came down from the tree, and wandered
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around for a time, seeking some opening in the plain through
which he might return to the earth. But there was no open-
ing; so at last, feeling weak and faint, he stretched himself
flat on the floor of the sky, through which the stars may be
seen from the world below.
"I have kept my promise," he said with a sigh of content.
"My son will now enjoy the summer, and so will all the people
who dwell on the earth. Through the ages to come I shall
be set as a sign in the heavens, and my name will be spoken
with praise. I am satisfied."
So it came about that the Fisher remained in the sky,
where you can see him plainly for yourself, on a clear night,
with the arrow through his tail. The Indians call them the
—
Fisher Stars O-jeeg An-nung; but to white men are they
known as the constellation of the Plough.
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CfrassRopper
[HERE was once a merry young
Indian who could jump so high, and who
played so many pranks, that he came to
be known as Grasshopper. He was a tall,

handsome fellow, always, up to mischief of one kind or another;

and though his tricks were sometimes amusing, he carried
them much too far, and so in time he came to grief.
Grasshopper owned all the things that an Indian likes
most to have. In his lodge were all sorts of pipes and weapons,
ermine and other choice furs, deer-skin shirts wrought with
porcupine quills, many pairs of beaded moccasins, and more
wampum belts than one person could have honestly come by.
The truth is, Grasshopper did not get these things by his
skill and courage as a hunter. He got them by shaking pieces
of colored bone and wood in a wooden bowl, then throwing
them on the ground. That is to say, Grasshopper was a
gambler, and such a lucky gambler that he easily won from
others, with his game of Bowl and Counters, the things that
they had obtained by risking their lives in the hunt.
If people put up with his ways, and even laughed at some
of his mad pranks, it was because he could dance so well.
Never had there been such a dancer. Was there a wedding
to be celebrated, or some feast following a successful hunt
then who but Grasshopper could so well supply the enter-
tainment?
He could dance with a step so light that it seemed to leave
no mark upon the earth. He could dance as the Indian
dances when he goes to war, or as when he holds a festival in
honor of the corn. But the dance in which he excelled was a
furious, dizzy dance, with leaps and bounds, that fairly turned
the heads of the beholders.
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was then that Grasshopper became a kind of human
It
whirlwind. As he spun round and round, his revolving body
drew up the dry leaves and the dust, till the dancer all but
faded from view, and you saw instead what looked like
a whirling cloud.
Once, when the great Manito, named Man-a-bo-zho, took
a wife and came to live with the tribe, that he might teach
them best how to live, Grasshopper danced at the wedding.
The Beggar's Dance, he called it, and such a dance! On the
shores of the Big-Sea-Water, Gitche Gumee, are heaps of
sand rising into little hills known as dunes. Had you asked
Iagoo, he would have told you that these dunes were the work
of Grasshopper, who whirled the sands together, and piled
them into hills, as he spun madly around in his dance at
Man-a-bo-zho's wedding.
But though Grasshopper came to the wedding, and danced
this crazy Beggar's Dance, it seems probable that he did it
more to please himself, and to show his skill, than to honor
the great Man-a-bo-zho. Grasshopper really had no respect
for anybody. When Iagoo's grandfather was in the middle
of some and had come to the most exciting
interesting story,
part, Grasshopper likely as not would yawn and stretch him-
self, and say in a loud whisper that he had heard it all before.

So, too, with Man-a-bo-zho. This great Manito, who was

the son of the West- Wind, Mud-je-kee-wis, had magic powers
which he used for the good of the tribe. It was he who fasted
and prayed, that his people might be given food other than
the wild things of the woods; and whose prayer was answered
with the gift of the Indian corn. Then when Kah-gah-gee,
King of ravens, flew down with his band of black thieves,
to tear up the seed in the ground, it was Man-a-bo-zho who
snared him, and tied him fast to the ridge-pole of his lodge,
to croak out a warning to the others.
But Man-a-bo-zho's goodness and wisdom had little effect
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on Grasshopper. "Pooh!" he would say. "Why should an
Indian bother his head with planting corn, when he can draw
his bow and kill a good fat deer?" Then he shook his wolf-
skin pouch, and rattled the pieces of bone and wood. "As
long as I have these," he said to himself, "I need nothing more.
After all, it is everybody else that works for the man who
knows how to use his head."
He walked through the village, very proud and straight,
with his fan of turkey-feathers, a swan's plume fastened in his
long, black hair, and the tails of foxes trailing from his heels.
In his white deer-skin shirt, edged with ermine, his leggings
and moccasins ornamented with beads and porcupine quills,
he cut a fine figure. There was to be a dance that night, and
Grasshopper, who was a great dandy and a favorite with all
the young girls and women, had decked himself out for the
occasion. He had painted his face with streaks of blue and
vermilion; his blue-black hair, parted in the middle, and
glistening with oil, hung to his shoulders in braids plaited with
sweet grass. The warriors might call him Shau-go-daya, a
coward, and make jokes at his expense, but he did not care.
Could he not beat them all when it came to playing ball or
quoits, and were not the maidens all in love with his good looks ?
Meanwhile, Grasshopper wished to pass the time in some
pleasant way. Glancing through the door of a lodge, he saw
a group of young men seated on the ground, listening to one
of old Iagoo's stories.
"Ha !" he cried. "Have you nothing better to do ? Here's
a game worth playing."
He drew from his pouch the thirteen pieces of bone and
wood, and juggled them from one hand to the other. But
no one paid any attention to him. After all, Grasshopper
had "more brains in his heels than in his head." For once he
had been too cunning; fearing his skill, no one could be found
who would play with him.
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"Pooh!" muttered Grasshopper, as he turned away.
"I see how it is. The pious Man-a-bo-zho has been preaching
to them again. This village is getting to be pretty tiresome
to live in. It's about time for me to strike out, and find a
place where the young men don't sit around and talk to the
squaws,"
He walked along, bent on mischief. Even the dance was
forgotten; he wondered what he could do to amuse himself.
As he came to the outskirts of the village, he passed the lodge
of Man-a-bo-zho. "I would like to play him some trick,"
he said, under his breath, "so he will remember me when I am
gone." But he was well aware that Man-a-bo-zho was much
more powerful than himself; so he hesitated, not knowing
exactly what do to.
At last he walked softly to the doorway, and listened, but
could hear no sound of voices. "Good!" he said with a grin.
"Perhaps nobody is at home." With that, he spun around
the outside of the lodge, on one leg, raising a great cloud of
dust. No one came out; but on the ridge-pole of the lodge,
the captive Kah-gah-gee, King of ravens, flapped his big
black wings, and screamed with a hoarse, rasping cry.
"Fool!" cried Grasshopper. "Noisy fool!"
With a bound, he leapt clear over the lodge, and then back
again; at which the raven screamed more harshly than ever.
But within the lodge all was silent.
Grasshopper grew bolder. Going to the doorway again,
he rattled the flap of buffalo hide. Nobody answered; so,
cautiously drawing the curtain to one side, he ventured to
peer in. Then he chuckled softly. The lodge was empty.
"This is my chance!" he exclaimed. "Man-a-bo-zho is
away, and so is his foolish wife. I'll just pay my respects
before they come back, and then I'll be off for good."
Saying this, he went in, and began to turn everything up-
side down. He threw all the bowls and kettles in a corner,
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filled the drinking gourds with ashes from the fire, flung the
rich furs and embroidered garments this way and that, and
strewed the floor with wampum belts and arrows. When he
finished, one might have thought a crazy man had been there.
No woman in the village was more neat and orderly than the
wife of Man-a-bo-zho, and Grasshopper knew this would vex
her more than anythingelse he could do.
"Now Man-a-bo-zho," he grinned as he left the lodge,
for
well pleased with the mischief he had wrought.
"Caw, caw!" screamed the King of ravens.
"Kaw!" answered Grasshopper, mocking him. "A pretty
sort of pet you are. Does Man-a-bo-zho keep you sitting
there because you are so handsome? Or is it your beautiful
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voice:
With that, he made a leap to the ridge-pole, seized the raven
by the neck, and whirled it round and round till it was quite
limp and lifeless. Then he left it hanging there, as an insult
to Man-a-bo-zho.
He was now in high good humor, and went his way through
the forest, whistling and singing, and turning hand-springs to
amuse the There was a high rock, overlooking the
squirrels.
lake, from the top of which one could view the country for
miles and miles. Grasshopper climbed it. He could see the
village plainly, so he thought he would wait there till
Man-a-bo-zho came home. That would be part of the joke.
As he sat there, many birds darted around him, flying close
over his head. Man-a-bo-zho called these fowls of the air
his chickens, and he had put them under his protection. But
Grasshopper had grown reckless. Along came a flock of moun-
tain chickens, and he strung his bow, and shot them as they
flew, for no better reason than because they were Man-a-bo-zho's,
and not because he needed them for food. Bird after bird
fell, pierced by his arrows; when they had fallen, he would

throw their bodies down the cliff, upon the beach below.
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At Kay-oshk, the sea-gull, spied him at this cruel

last
sport, and gave the alarm. "Grasshopper is killing us,"
he called. "Fly, brothers! Fly away, and tell our protector
that Grasshopper is slaying us with his arrows."
When Man-a-bo-zho heard the news, his eyes flashed fire,
and he spoke in a voice of thunder:
"Grasshopper must die for this! He cannot escape me.
Though he fly to the ends of the earth, I shall follow, and visit
my vengeance upon him."
On his feet he bound his magic moccasins with which, at
each stride, he could step a full mile. On his hands he drew
his magic mittens with which, at one blow, he could shatter
the hardest rock. Then he started in pursuit.
Grasshopper had heard the warning call of the sea-gull,
and knew it was time to be off. He, too, could run. So
fleet of foot was he that he could shoot an arrow ahead of him,

and reach the spot where it fell before it dropped to earth.

Also, he had the power to change himself into other shapes,
and it was almost impossible to kill him. If, for example,
he entered the body of a beaver, and the beaver was slain, no
sooner had its flesh grown cold than the Jee-bi, or spirit, of
Grasshopper would leave the dead body, and Grasshopper
would become a man again, ready for some new adventure.
But at first he trusted to his legs and to his cunning. On
rushed Man-a-bo-zho, breathing vengeance; swiftly, like a
moving shadow, fled Grasshopper. Through the forest and
across the hills he fled, faster than the hare. His pursuer was
hot on the trail. Once he came upon the forest bed where the
grass was still warm and bent; but the Grasshopper, who
had rested there, was far away. Once Man-a-bo-zho,
high on a mountain, spied him in the meadow below. Grass-
hopper had shown himself on purpose, and mocked the great
Manito, and defied him. The truth is, Grasshopper was just
a bit conceited.
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At last he grew tired of running. Not that his legs ached
him or his feet were sore. But this kind of life was not much
to his liking, and he kept his eye open for something new.
Pretty soon he came to a stream where the water was backed
up by some kind of a dam, so that it flooded the banks.
Grasshopper had run about a thousand miles that day count- —
ing all the turns and twists. He was hot and dusty, and the
pond, with its and rushes, looked cool and refresh-
water-lilies
ing. From far, far away came a faint sound; it was the voice
of Man-a-bo-zho, shouting his war-cry.
"Tiresome fellow!" said Grasshopper. "I could almost
wish I were a beaver, and lived down there at the bottom of
the pond, where no one would disturb me."
Then up popped the head of a beaver, who looked at him
suspiciously.
"Don't be alarmed. my bow
and arrows over there
I left

in the grass," explained Grasshopper. "Besides, I was just

thinking I would like to be a beaver myself. What do you
say to that?"
"I shall have to consult Ahmeek, our chief," answered the
friendly animal.
Down he dived to the bottom, and pretty soon Ahmeek's
head appeared above the water, followed by the heads of
twenty others.
"Let me be one of you," said Grasshopper. "You have a
pleasant home down there in the clear, cool water, and I am
tired of the life I lead."
Ahmeek was pleased that such a strong, handsome young
Indian should wish to join their company.
"But I can help you," he answered, "only after you have
plunged into the pond. Do you think you can change your-
self into one of us?"
"That is easy," said Grasshopper.
He waded into the water up to his waist; and behold! he
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had a broad Deeper and deeper he went; as the

flat tail.
water closed above his head he became a beaver, with glossy,
black fur, and feet webbed like a duck's. Down he sank with
the others to the bottom, which was covered with heaps of
logs and branches.
"That," explained Ahmeek, "is the food we have stored
for the winter. We eat the bark, and you will soon be as fat
as any of us."
"But I want to be even fatter," said Grasshopper. "Fatter
and ten times as big."
"As you please," agreed Ahmeek. "We can help to make
you just as big as you wish."
They reached the lodge where the beavers lived, and en-
tered the doorway, leading into a number of large rooms.
Grasshopper selected the largest one for himself.
"Now," he said, "bring me all the food I can eat, and when
I am big enough I will be your chief."

The beavers were willing. They set to work getting

quantities of the juiciest bark for Grasshopper, who was de-
lighted with this lazy life, and did little more than eat or sleep.
Bigger and bigger he grew, till at last he was ten times the
size of Ahmeek, and could barely manage to move around. in
his lodge. He was perfectly happy.
But one day the beaver who kept watch up above, among
the rushes of the pond, came swimming to the lodge in a state
of great excitement.
"The hunters are after us," he panted. "It is indeed
Man-a-bo-zho himself, with his hunters. They are breaking
down our dam!"
Even as he spoke, the water in the pond sank lower and
lower; the next moment came the tramping of feet, as the
hunters leapt upon the roof of the lodge, trying to break it open.
All the beavers but Grasshopper scampered out of the
lodge, and escaped into the stream, where they hid themselves
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in some deep pools, or swam far down with the current.
Grasshopper did them, but could not. The
his best to follow
doorway was too small body; when he attempted
for his big, fat
to go through it, he found himself stuck fast.
Then the roof gave way, and the head of an Indian
appeared.
"Ty-au!" he called. "Tut-ty-au! See what's here!
This must be Me-shau-mik, the King of the beavers."
Man-a-bo-zho came, and gave one look.
"It's Grasshopper!" he cried. "I can see through his
tricks. It's Grasshopper in the skin of a beaver."

Then they fell upon him with their clubs; and eight tall
Indians, having swung his limp carcass upon poles, carried it
off in triumph through the woods.
But his Jee-bi, or spirit, was still in the body of the beaver,
and struggled to escape. The Indians bore him to their lodges
and prepared to make a feast. Then, when the squaws were
ready to skin him, his flesh was quite cold, and the spirit
of Grasshopper left the beaver's body, and glided swiftly
away. As the shadowy shape fled across the prairie, into the
forest, the watchful Man-a-bo-zho saw it take the human form
of Grasshopper, and he started in pursuit.
Grasshopper's life among the beavers had made him lazier
than ever, and as he ran he looked around for some easier way
than running. Soon he came upon a herd of elk, a species of
deer with large, spreading horns. The elk were feeding
contentedly, and looked sleek and fat.
"They lead a free and happy Grasshopper as he
life," said
watched them. "Why fatigue myself with running? I'll
change myself into an elk, and join their band."
Horns sprouted from his head; in a few minutes the trans-
formation was complete. Still he was not satisfied.
"I am hardly big enough," he said to the leader. "My
feet are much too small, and my horns should be twice the
size of yours. Is there nothing I can do to make them grow?"
"Yes," answered the leader of the elks. "But you do it
at your own risk."
He took Grasshopper into the woods, and showed him a
bright red berry that hung in clusters on some small, low
bushes.
"Eat these," he said, "and nothing else, and your horns
and feet will soon be much bigger than ours. However, it
would be wise if you did not eat too many of them."
The were delicious. Grasshopper felt that he could
berries
not get enough, and he ate them greedily whenever he could
find them. Before long his feet had grown so large and heavy
he could hardly keep up with the herd, while his horns had such
a huge spread that he sometimes found them rather in his way.
One cold day the herd went into the woods for shelter;
pretty soon some of the elks who had lingered behind came
rushing by with snorts of alarm. Hunters were pursuing
them.
"Run!" called out the leader to Grasshopper. "Follow
us out on the prairie, where the Indians cannot catch us."
Grasshopper tried to follow them; but his big feet weighted
him down, and he ran slowly. Then, as he plunged madly
through a thicket, his spreading horns were entangled in some
low branches that held him fast. Already several arrows had
whizzed by him; another pierced his heart, and he sank to the
ground.
Along came the hunters, with a whoop. "Ty-au!" they
exclaimed when they saw the enormous elk. "It is he who
made the large tracks on the prairie. Ty-au!"
As they were skinning him, Man-a-bo-zho joined the party;
and at that moment the Jee-bi, or spirit, of Grasshopper escaped
through the mouth of the dead elk, and passed swiftly to
the open plains, like a puff of white smoke driven before the
wind. Then, as Man-a-bo-zho watched it melt away, he
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saw once more the mortal shape of Grasshopper; and once more
he followed after, breathing vengeance.
As Grasshopper ran on, a new thought came into his head.
Above him in the clear blue sky the birds wheeled and soared.
"There is the place for me," he said, "far up in the sky. Let
me have can laugh at Man-a-bo-zho."
wings, and I

Ahead of him was a lake; approaching it, he saw a flock of

wild geese known as brant, feeding among the rushes. "Ha,"
said Grasshopper, admiring them as they sailed smoothly
here and there. "They will soon be winging their way to the
North. I would like to fly in their company."

He spoke to them, calling them Pish-ne-kuh, his brothers,

and they consented to receive him as one of the flock. So he
floated on his back till feathers sprouted on him, and he be-
came a brant, with a broad black beak, and a tail that would
guide him through the air as a rudder steers a ship.
Greedy as ever, he fed long after the others had had enough,
so that he soon grew into the biggest brant ever seen. His
beak looked like the paddles of a canoe; when he spread his
wings they were as large as two large au-puk-wa, or mats.
The wild geese gazed at him in astonishment. "You must
fly in the lead," they said.
"No," answered Grasshopper. "I would rather fly behind."
"As you please," they told him. "But you will have to be
careful. By all means keep your head and neck straight out
before you, and do not look down as you fly, or you may meet
with an accident."
Itwas a beautiful sight to see them flap their wings, stretch
their long necks,and rise with a "whir" from the lake, mounting
the wind, and rushing on before it. They flew with a breeze
from the south, faster and faster, till their speed was like the
flight of an arrow.
One day, passing over a village, they could hear the people
shouting. The Indians were amazed at the size of the big
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brant, flying in the rear of the flock; yelling as loud as they

could yell, their cries made Grasshopper curious. One voice
especially seemed familiar to him, and he could not resist
the temptation to draw in his neck and stretch it down to-
ward the earth. As he did so, the strong wind caught his tail,
and turned him over and over. In vain he tried to recover
his balance; the wind whirled him round and round, as it whirls
a leaf. The earth came nearer, the shouts of the Indians grew
louder in his ears; at last he fell with a thud, and lay lifeless.
It was a fine feast of wild goose that had dropped so sud-
denly from the skies. The hungry Indians pounced upon him,
and began to pluck his feathers. This was the very village
where Grasshopper had once lived; little had he dreamed that
he would ever return to supply it with such a dinner, a dinner
at which he himself was to be the best dish.
But again his Jee-bi, or spirit, went forth, and fled in the
form of Grasshopper; again Man-a-bo-zho, shouting his war-
cry, followed after.
Grasshopper had now come to the desert places, where
there were few trees, and no signs of animal life. Man-a-
bo-zho was gaining on him; he must play some new trick.
Coming at last to a tall pine-tree growing in the rock, he climb-
ed it, pulled off all the green needles, and scattered them about,
leaving the branches quite bare. Then he took to his heels
again. When Man-a-bo-zho came, the pine spoke to him,
saying:
"See what Grasshopper has done. Without my foliage
I amsure to die. Great Manito, I pray you give me back
my green dress."
Man-a-bo-zho, who loves and protects all trees, had pity
on the pine. He collected the scattered needles, and restored
them to the branches. Then he hastened on with such speed
that he overtook Grasshopper, hand out to clutch
and put his
him. But Grasshopper stepped quickly aside, and spun
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round and round on one leg in his whirlwind dance, till the air
all about was filled with leaves and sand. In the midst of
this whirlwind he sprang into a hollow tree, and changed
himself into a snake. Then he crept out through the roots,
and not a moment too soon; for Man-a-bo-zho smote the tree
with one of his magic mittens, and crumbled it to powder.
Grasshopper changed himself back into his human form,
and ran for dear life. The only thing left for him to do was
to hide. But where? In his headlong flight he had come
again to the shores of the Great Lake; and he saw rising before
him the high cliff of the Picture Rocks. If he could but manage
to reach these rocks, the Manito of the Mountain, who lived
in one of the gloomy caverns, might let him in. Sure enough
As he reached the cliff, calling out for help, the Manito opened
the door, and told him to enter.
Hardly had the big door closed with a bang, than along
came Man-a-bo-zho. With his mitten he gave a tap on the
rock that made the splinters fly.

"Open!" he cried, in a terrible voice.,

But the Manito was brave and hospitable.

"I have sheltered you," he said to Grasshopper, "and I
would rather die myself than give you up."
Man-a-bo-zho waited, but no answer came.
"As you will," he said at last. "If the door is not opened
to me by night, I shall call upon the Thunder and the Light-
ning to do my bidding."
The hours passed; darkness fell. Then from a black cloud
that had gathered over the Great Lake, Way-wass-i-mo, the
red-eyed Lightning, shot his bolts of fire. Crash boom—
crash! An-ne-mee-kee, the Thunder, shouted hoarsely from
the heavens. A wild wind arose; the trees of the forest swayed
and groaned, and the foxes hid in their holes.
Way-wass-i-mo, the Lightning, leapt from the black cloud,
and darted at the cliff. The rock trembled; the door was
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shivered, and fell Out from his gloomy cavern came the
apart.
Manito of the Mountain, asking Man-a-bo-zho for mercy.
It was granted, and the Manito fled to the hills.
Grasshopper then appeared; the next moment he was
buried under a mass of rock shaken loose by An-ne-mee-kee,
the Thunder. This time he had been killed in his human form,
he could play his mad pranks no more.
But Man-a-bo-zho, the merciful, remembered that Grass-
hopper was not wholly bad.
"Your Jee-bi" he said, "must no longer remain upon the
earth in any form whatever. As a man you lived an idle,
foolish life, and you are no longer wanted here. Instead, I
shall permit you to inhabit the skies."
Saying this, he took the ghost of Grasshopper, and clothed
it with the shape of the war-eagle, bidding him to be chief

of all the fowls.

But Grasshopper, the mischievous, is not forgotten by the
people. In the late winter days, snow fine as powder fills
the air like a vapor. keeps the hunter from his traps, the
It
fisherman from his hole Suddenly a puff of wind
in the ice.
seizes this light, powdery snow, blows it round and round,
and sets it whirling along; and when this happens, the Indians
laugh and say:
"Look! There goes Grasshopper. See how well he
dances."
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N the heart of the great green forest once

lived a hunter whose lodge was many miles
distant from the wigwams of his tribe. His
wife had long since died, and he dwelt there
all alone with his two young sons, who grew
up as best they could without a mother's care.
When was away on a hunting trip, the boys had
the father
no companions but the birds and beasts of the forest, and with
some of the smaller animals they became fast friends.
Ad-ji-dau-mo, the squirrel, scampering from tree to tree, would
let his nut-shells fall plump on the roof of the lodge. That
was his way of knocking at the door, coming to pay a morning
call. He was a great talker, without much to say as is —
often so with those whose voices are seldom still. But he
was bright and merry, chattering away cheerfully about
nothing in particular; and it made no difference whether you
listened to him or not.
Wa-bo-se, the little white hare, was another friend. One
winter's day, when forest food was scarce, O-ne-o-ta, the lynx,
was just about to pounce upon him, when the boys' father
let fly an arrow —
and O-ne-o-ta was no longer interested in
little white hares.
Wa-bo-se was grateful for this, and sometimes in his shy
way he tried to show it.
The father and the boys lived mostly on big game, like
bear and venison. This meat would be cut in strips, and cured;
sometimes it had to last them many a long day, when game
was scarce, or the woods so dry for want of rain that the twigs
would snap under the hunter's feet, and warn the animals
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he was coming. So the boys were used to being left alone for
weeks at a time, when their father was absent.
Then came a season of famine. No berries grew on the
bushes, grass withered on the stalk, few acorns hung on the
oaks. Some of the brooks went dry. Thus it happened
that the hunter had gone far in search of game.
Many months passed. When Seegwun, the elder boy,
saw that but little meat remained, he said to his younger
brother Ioscoda:
"Let us take what meat is left, and strike out through the
toward the North. I remember our father saying that
forest,
many moons distant lies a great lake called Gitche Gumee,
whose waters are alive with fish."
"But can we find our way?" asked Ioscoda, doubtfully.
"Never fear!" called out a voice from overhead.
It was Ad-ji-dau-mo, the squirrel, frisky as ever, though
a little lean for lack of nuts.
go along with you," he continued, "and so will
"I'll

Wa-bo-se, the white hare. He can hop ahead and find the
trail, and I can jump from tree to tree, and keep a look-out.

Between us, we are bound to go right."

It proved to be a good idea, and Wa-bo-se took the lead.
Where the trail was overgrown with grass, he would nose his
way along the ground, without once going wrong; where the
track was plain, he would run ahead, then stop and sit up on his
haunches, to wait for the boys, his long ears pricked up and
moving, to detect the slightest danger.
But nothing happened to alarm them. The lynx, the wild-
cat and the wolf had all fled before the famine, and the silent
forest was empty of savage beasts. On and on they went,
till it seemed as if the woods would never end. Then, one
day, Ad-ji-dau-mo climbed a tall pine, from whose topmost
bough he could see far over the forest. The sun was shining
bright; as he cocked his eye and looked toward the north,
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something that seemed to meet the sky sparkled like silver.
It was Gitche Gumee, the Great Lake.
They had reached a place where nuts were plentiful, and
many green things grew that would fatten the white hare.
So Wa-bo-se and the squirrel bade good-bye to the boys, who
could now make their way with ease. Soon they came to
the edge of the woods. They heard a piping cry. It was
Twee-tweesh-ke-way, the plover, flying along the beach; in
another moment the great glittering waters lay before them.
Seegwun with his sharp hunting knife cut a limb from an
ash-tree, and made a bow; from an oak bough he whittled some
arrows, which he tipped with flint. He found feathers fallen
from a gull's wing for the shaft; a strip cut from his deer-skin
shirt supplied the bow-string. Then giving the bow and arrow
to Ioscoda, to practice with, he gathered some seed pods from
the wild rose, to stay their hunger.
An arrow, badly aimed by his brother, fell into the lake,
and Seegwun waded in, to recover it. He had walked into
the water till it reached his waist, and put out his hand to
grasp the arrow, when suddenly, as if by magic, a canoe came
skimming along like a bird. In the canoe was an ugly old man,
who reached out, seized the astonished boy, and pulled him
on board.
"If I must go with you, take my brother, too!" begged
Seegwun. "If he is left here, all alone, he will starve."
But Mish-o-sha, the Magician, only laughed. Then strik-
ing the side of the canoe with his hand, and uttering the
magic words, Chemaun Poll, it shot across the lake like a thing
alive, so that the beach was quickly lost to sight. Soon it
came to rest on a sandy shore, and Mish-o-sha, leaping out,
beckoned him to follow.
They had landed on an island. Before them, in a grove
of cedars, were two wigwams, or lodges; from the smaller one
two lovely young girls came out, and stood looking at them.
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To Seegwun, who had never before seen a girl, these maidens

looked like spirits from the skies. He gazed at them
wonder,
in

half expecting they would vanish. For their part they looked
at him without smiling; in their dark eyes were only sym-
pathy and sadness.
"My daughters!" said the old man to Seegwun, with a
chuckle that displayed his long, yellow teeth. Then turning
to the girls:
"Are you not glad to see me safely back?" he asked, "and
are you not pleased with my handsome young friend here?"
They bent theirheads politely, but said nothing.
"It's a long time since you were favored with such a
visitor," he went on, in a loud whisper to the elder girl. "He
would make you a fine husband."
The maiden murmured something under her breath, and
Mish-o-sha gave her a wicked look.
"We shall see, we shall see!" he muttered to himself,
laughing like a magpie, and rubbing his long, bony hands
together.
Seegwun, much troubled in mind, and hardly knowing
what to make of it all, resolved to keep his eyes open. Luckily
Mish-o-sha was sometimes careless. He walked on ahead,
and entered his lodge, leaving the others together; whereupon
the elder girl, approaching Seegwun, spoke to him quickly:
"We are not his daughters," she said. "He brought us
here as he brought you. He hates the human race. Every
moon he seizes a young man, and pretends he has borne him
here as a husband for me. But soon he takes him off in his
canoe, and the young man never comes back. We feel sure
Mish-o-sha has made away with them all."
"What must I do?" asked Seegwun. "I care less for my-
self than for my little brother. He was left behind on a wild
beach, and may die of hunger."
"Ah!" said the maiden. "You are really good and unself-
 '

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ish; so, no matter what comes of it, we must aid you. Ko-
ko-ko-ho, the great owl, keeps watch all night on the bare
limb of that big cedar. Wait till Mish-o-sha falls asleep,
then wrap yourself from head to foot in his blanket, and steal
softly to the door of our lodge. Whisper myname,Nin-i-mo-sha,
and I shall come out and tell you what to do."
"Nin-i-mo-sha," murmured the youth. "What a beautiful
name!" Then, before he could thank her, the girls were gone.
Mish-o-sha now appeared, and made a sign to Seegwun to
join him. The old man seemed to be in a good humor, and
passed the time telling stories; but Seegwun was not deceived
by this pretense of friendship. When the Magician was sound
asleep, he rose, wrapped Mish-o-sha's blanket around him,
and walked carefully to the door of the little lodge.
"Nin-i-mo-sha!" he whispered, and his heart beat fast;
for Nin-i-mo-sha in the Indian tongue is "My Sweetheart."
"Seegwun!" she answered; and his name, meaning"Spring,"
came like music from her lips.
She drew aside the curtain, and came out.
"Here," she said, "is food that will last your brother for
several days. Get into Mish-o-sha's canoe, pronounce the
magic charm, and it will take you where you wish. You can
be back before daybreak."
"But the owl?" asked Seegwun. "Will he not cry out?"
"Walk with a stoop, the way Mish-o-sha walks," she
explained. "Ko-ko-ko-ho, when he sees you, will cry 'Hoot,
hoot!' You must answer, 'Hoot, hoot, whoo! Mish-o-sha.
Then he will let you pass."
Seegwun did as he was told, and was soon skimming across
the lake. Having landed on the beach, he began to bark like
a squirrel; and at this friendly signal his brother ran up and
flung his arms around him. Seegwun made a shelter for the
boy, and told him he would come again. Then he returned
in the canoe, and was soon fast asleep in the Magician's lodge.
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Mish-o-sha,who trusted in his owl, suspected nothing.
How should he know what lovers can do when they put their
heads together?
"You have slept well, my son," said he. "And now we
have a pleasant journey before us. We are going to an island
where thousands of gulls lay their eggs in the sand, and we
shall get all we can carry away."
Remembering what Nin-i-mo-sha had said, Seegwun shiv-
ered. But she kissed her hand, and waved him a good-bye;
and this put heart in him.
As the canoe sped away, he made sure that his hunting knife
slipped easily in its sheath, and he did not take his eyes off
Mish-o-sha for a moment.
When they reached the island the gulls rose in great
numbers, and flew screaming above their heads.
"You gather the eggs," said the Magician, "while I keep
watch in the canoe."
Seegwun hastened ashore, glad to quit the old man's com-
pany. Then the Magician cried out to the gulls:
"Ho, my feathered friends! Here is the human offering
I promised you when you agreed to call me master. Fly
down, my pretty ones! Fly down, and devour him!"
Striking the side of his canoe, he abandoned the youth to
the mercy of the birds.
With harsh cries, the gulls swept down on Seegwun.
Never had he heard such a clamor. Ten thousand wings
beat the air, and stirred it like a storm. Whirling and darting
they came upon him in a cloud. But Seegwun did not flinch.
Shouting the Saw-saw-quan, or war-cry, he seized the first
bird that attacked him. Then grasping it by the neck, he
held it high above his head in his left hand, and with his
right hand drew his knife, which glittered in the sun.
"Hold!" he cried. "Hold, you poor fools! Beware the
vengeance of the Great Spirit."
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The gullspaused in their attack, but still circled around

him, with sharp beaks extended.
"Hear me, O Gulls!" he continued. "The Great Spirit
gave you life that you might serve mankind. Slay me, and
you slay one made to rule over all the beasts and birds. I tell
you, beware!"
"But Mish-o-sha is all powerful." screamed the gulls.
"He has bidden us destroy you."
"Mish-o-sha is no Manito," answered Seegwun. "He is
only a wicked magician who would use you for his own evil
ends. Bear me on your wings back to his island; for it is he
who must be destroyed."
Then the gulls, persuaded that Mish-o-sha had tricked
them, drew close together, that the youth might lie upon their
backs. Rising on the wind, they carried him across the
waters, setting him down gently by the lodge before the
Magician had arrived there.
Nin-i-mo-sha rejoiced when she saw it was really Seegwun.
"I was not mistaken in you," she told him. "It is plain that
the Great Spirit protects you. But Mish-o-sha will try again,
so be on your guard."
The Magician now arrived in his magic canoe. When he
saw Seegwun he tried to smile pleasantly. But having had
little practice in thinking kind thoughts, he only grinned like

a gargoyle, which, excepting perhaps the hyena, has the most

painful possible smile.
"Good, my son !" he managed to say. "You must not
misunderstand me. I did it to testyour courage; and now
Nin-i-mo-sha is sure to love you. Ah, my children, you will
make a happy pair!"
Nin-i-mo-sha turned away to hide her disgust, but Seegwun
pretended to believe the malicious old man was in earnest.
"However," continued the Magician, "I owe you something
for having seemed to play you such a trick. I see you wear
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no ornaments. Come with me, then, to the Island of Glitter-

ing Shells, and soon you will be attired as becomes a handsome
warrior."
The island where they landed was indeed a wonderful place,
covered with colored shells that gleamed in the sun like jewels.
"Look!" said Mish-o-sha, as they walked along the beach.
"Out there a little way. See it shining on the bottom."
Seegwun waded in. When the water reached his thighs,
the Magician made a leap for the canoe, and shoved it far out
into the lake.
"Come, King of Fishes!" he called. "You have always
servedme well. Here is your reward."
Then, striking his canoe, he quickly disappeared.
Immediately an enormous fish, with jaws wide open, rose
to the surface a few feet away. But Seegwun only smiled,
saying as he drew his long blade:
—
"Know, Monster, that I am Seegwun named after him
whose breath warms the ice-bound waters and clothes the hills
with green. The cowardly Mish-o-sha, fearing the anger of
the Great Spirit, seeks to make you do what he dares not do
himself. Spill but one drop of my blood, and it will dye the
waters of the lake, in which all your tribe will miserably perish.'
"Mish-o-sha has deceived me," said the King of Fishes.
"He promised me a tender maiden, and has brought instead
a youth with the eyes of a warrior. How shall I aid you,
my Master?"
"Wretch!" exclaimed Seegwun. "Rejoice that he did not
keep his frightful promise. You deserve to die at my hands,
but I give you a chance to repent. Take me on your back to
the island of Mish-o-sha, and I will spare your life."
The King of Fishes hastened to take Seegwun astride his
broad back, and swam so swiftly that he reached the island
soon after Mish-o-sha. The Magician was explaining to Nin-
i-mo-sha how the youth had fallen from the canoe into the
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jaws of a big fish, when along came Seegwun himself, strolling

up from the Lake as if he had returned from an everyday
excursion. Even so, Mish-o-sha still sought to excuse himself.
"My daughter," said he. "I was only trying to find out
how much you cared for him."
But all the while he was saying to himself that the next
time he would not fail. And the next time was the very next
day.
"My owl is growing old, and cannot live much longer,"
he explained. "I should like to catch a young eagle, and
tame him. Will you help me?"
Seegwun consented, and went with him in the magic canoe

to a rocky point of land reaching out into the lake. There, in

the fork of a tall pine, was an eagle's nest, in which were some
young eagles, who could not yet fly.
"Quick!" said Mish-o-sha. "Climb the tree before the
old birds return."
Seegwun had almost reached the nest when the Magician
spoke to the pine, commanding it to grow taller. At once it
began to rise, until it was so high, and swayed so in the wind,
that he felt it would take all his courage to get down again.
At the same time the Magician uttered a peculiar cry, at which
the father and mother eagles came swooping from the clouds
to protect their young.
"Ho, ho!" laughed Mish-o-sha. "This time I have made
no mistake. Either you will fall and break your neck, or the
eagles will scratch your eyes out."
Striking his canoe, he vanished in the mist.
The eagles now circled around Seegwun, who, resting on a
branch, thus addressed them:
"My brothers, behold the eagle's feather in my hair! It
proves my admiration for your bravery and skill. Yet in me
you see your master; for I am a man, and you are only birds.
Obey me, then, and bear me to Mish-o-sha's island."
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This praise pleased the eagles, who respected the youth's
cool courage. Mounting on the back of the enormous male
bird, Seegwun was borne through the air, and set down safely
on the enchanted island.
Mish-o-sha now saw that neither bird nor beast would
harm this handsome youth, who seemed to be protected by
some powerful Manito. It must be done some other way.
"One more test," he said to Seegwun, "and then you may
take Nin-i-mo-sha for your wife. But first you must prove
your skill as a hunter. Come!"
They made and Mish-o-sha, by his
a lodge in the forest;
magic, caused a snow-storm, with a stinging gale from the
north, like a flight of icy arrows. Seegwun, that night, before
going to sleep, had hung his moccasins and leggings by the
fire to dry; and Mish-o-sha, rising first, at daybreak, took one

of each and threw them into the flames. Then he rubbed his
hands, and laughed like a prairie wolf.
"What is it?" asked Seegwun, sitting up.
"Alas, my son!" said Mish-o-sha. "I was just too late.
This is the season of the moon when fire attracts all things.
It has drawn to it one of your moccasins and leggings, and
destroyed them. Yeo, yeol I should have warned you."
Seegwun held his tongue, though the thing was plain
enough. Mish-o-sha meant that he should freeze to death.
But Seegwun, praying silently to his Manito for aid, took from
the fireplace a charred stick with which he blackened one leg
and foot, murmuringat the same time a charm. Then put-
ting on his remaining moccasin and legging, he was ready
for the hunt.
Their way led through snow and ice, into thickets of thorn,
and over bogs half-frozen, where Seegwun sank to the knees.
But his prayer had been heard; the charm worked, and the
youth walked on, dry shod. With his first arrow he slew a
bear.
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"Now," he said, looking the Magician full in the eye.
"I see you are suffering from the cold. Let us go back to your
island."
At Seegwun's bold look, Mish-o-sha bent his head, and
mumbled some foolish answer. At last he had met his match:
and he knew it.
"Take up the bear on your shoulders!" commanded
Seegwun.
Again the Magician obeyed. For the first time they re-
turned together to the island, where the two young girls
looked on in amazement to see the proud Mish-o-sha stagger-
ing under the weight of the bear, grunting with helpless rage.
"His power is broken," agreed Nin-i-mo-sha, when Seegwun
had told her all. "But we shall never sleep in safety until
we are really rid of him. What is best to do?"
They put their heads together; and when they had talked
it over, Nin-i-mo-sha laughed merrily.

"He deserves a greater punishment," she said. "The

world will not be safe as long as he has life. Yet what we plan
to do will revenge us, without shedding a single drop of blood."
The next day Seegwun said to the Magician:
"It is time that we rescued my brother, whom we left all

alone on the beach. Come with me."

Mish-o-sha made a wry face, but prepared to go. Landing
on the beach, they soon spied the boy, who joyfully clambered
into the canoe. Then Seegwun said to the old man:
"Those red willows over on the bank would make good
smoking mixture. Could you manage to climb up there and
cut me some?"
"To be sure, my son, to be sure," answered Mish-o-sha,
walking rapidly toward the willows. "I am not so weak and
good-for-nothing as you seem to think."
Seegwun struck the canoe with his hand, pronouncing the
magic words, Chemaun Poll; and away it went with the two
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brothers aboard, leaving the Magician high and dry, and

gnashing his yellow teeth.
The girls ran to meet them at the shore, Nin-i-mo-sha
rejoicing that the old man had been left behind, while her
sister could think of nothing but the attractive boy who looked
so much like his big brother.
"But Mish-o-sha can call the canoe back to him," said
Nin-i-mo-sha, "until a way is found to break the charm. Some
one must keep watch, with his hand upon it."
Ioscoda begged permission to do his part; so they left him,
with night coming on, sitting on the sand and holding fast
to the canoe.
Itwas a tiresome task for a little boy already weary with
long waiting. To amuse himself he began to count the stars.
First he counted those in the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper,
then the ones that look like a high-back chair, and the three
big bright ones in the belt of Orion the Hunter. He did not
know them by these names, which were given them long
afterward; but he recognized the cluster called O-jeeg An-nung,
the Fisher, who brought Summer from the sky because his
boy was cold.
Ioscoda also was cold, sitting there in the wet sand. But
Indian boys do not complain. Yet seeing the Fisher stars,
he thought of his own dear father, and wondered where he
might be. Had Ioscoda been a white boy, instead of a red,
we think the sand he sat on might have been a little wetter
for his tears. As it was, he found himself looking at the sky
through a kind of fog. What was it? He rubbed his eyes,
lost his count, and began all over again.
The worst of it was that Indians could reckon only with

their fingers — unless you include their toes; and Ioscoda's

toes were tucked away snugly in his moccasins, quite out of
sightand question. How many fingers had he counted
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The fog, or whatever it was, filled his eyes. Lap, lap!
went the little waves, rocking the canoe like a cradle. Soo,
soo! sighed the wind in the cedars. All else earthly nodded
and was still; even the stars blinked and winked, as if weary
of watching the world.
And Ioscoda slept.
Whoo, whoo! The cry of Ko-ko-ko-ho, the owl, shrilled
evilly on the ears. was only for a moment. The shadows
It
lifted, a squirrel barked. Wa-bun, the East Wind, rising
above the rim of the waters, let loose his silver arrows. It
was day.
Ioscoda sat up, only half aroused, and looked out over the
lake. Was he still on the wild beach, waiting for his brother?
Then he remembered, and gave a guilty start. The canoe was
gone!
Gone, but come again There it appeared, gliding straight
!

toward him; and in it sat Mish-o-sha.

"Good-morning, child!" called the Magician, as the canoe
grated on the sand. "Are you not glad to see your grand-
father again?"
Ioscoda clenched his small fists. He was very brave, and
he was angry.
"You are not my grandfather," he said, "and I am not
glad to see you again."
(Shame, shame!)" chuckled the old man.
"Esa, esa!
"But Seegwun be glad to see me, and so will my dear
will
daughters. I hope they have not been worried about me."

He was much pleased with his cleverness in outwitting them

all, and was now as impudent as before. But Seegwun bided
his time. He thought of another plan.
"Grandfather," said he, "it seems that we must continue
to live here together. Let us therefore lay in a supply of
meat for the winter. Come with me to the mainland. I am
sure you must be a mighty hunter."
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Mish-o-sha's vanity was his weakest point.
"Eh, yah!" he answered, boastfully. "I can run all day
with a dead deer on my back. I have done it."
"Good!" said Seegwun. "The wind is going north again,
and we shall need all our strength on the march."
Now Seegwun had somehow learned the Magician's dear-
est secret, which was this: Mish-o-sha's left leg and foot were
the only parts of his body that could be harmed. No arrow
could pierce his heart; a war-club brought down upon his head
would be shivered into splinters. As well strike him with a
straw. But his left leg and foot. Ah! It was not for
rheumatism that his legging was so well laced. And why
did he always sit down with tucked up under him ?
his left foot
Ha! Why, indeed? Seegwun had found the answer.
They made a rude lodge in the forest, just as they had done
before. And again it came bitter cold; only this time it was
Seegwun that brought the storm. He could not help laughing.
There was the blazing fire, and there on the couch was
Mish-o-sha, sound asleep.
Seegwun softly rose, took both the Magician's moccasins
and leggings, and threw them into the flames.
"Get up, grandfather," he called. "It's the season when
fire attracts all things, and I fear you have lost something

you may need."

When Mish-o-sha saw what had happened he looked so
frightened that Seegwun was almost sorry for him. But
remembering Nin-i-mo-sha and his little brother, he could
think of no other way. "We must be going," he said.
They set out through the snow. My, how cold it was!
Mish-o-sha began to run, thinking this would help; while
Seegwun followed, fearing that if he led, the Magician might
send an arrow through his back. After running for an hour,
the Magician was quite out of breath, and his legs and feet
were growing numb and stiff.
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They had come to the edge of the forest, and reached the
shore of the lake. Here Mish-o-sha stopped. When he tried
to take another step, he could not lift his feet. How heavy
they had grown! He but something strange had
tried again;
happened. His toes sank into the sand, and took the form of
roots. The feathers in his hair, and then the hair itself,
changed gradually into leaves. His outstretched arms were
branches, swaying in the wind; bark appeared on his body.
Seegwun looked and wondered. That which had been
Mish-o-sha was no longer a man, but a tree, a sycamore hung
with button-balls, leaning crookedly toward the lake.
At last the wicked old Magician had met his master. No
more would his evil spell be cast on the young and innocent
Seegwun lingered a moment, to make sure that Mish-o-sha
would not come to life. Then he took his way across the
water, where the others, anxiously awaiting him, were told
the good news.
"Mish-o-sha is no more," said Seegwun. "He can never
harm us again. Let us leave this place where we have suffered
so much, and make our home on the mainland."
So together they went forth, his sweetheart, her sister, and
the boy, with Seegwun showing the way. The trail he took
led them again to the great forest, and once more to the
lodge from which he had set out. And there they lived happily
for the rest of their days.
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jNCE there was a lovely young girl named Neen-i-zu,
the only daughter of an Indian chief, who lived
on the shore of Lake Superior; Neen-i-zu, in the
Indian language, means "My Dear Life." It
was plain that her parents loved her tenderly, and did every-
thing in their power to make her happy and to shield her from
any possible harm.
There was but one thing that made them uneasy. Neen-i-zu
was a favorite with the other young girls of the village,
and joined them in their play. But she liked best of all to
walk by herself in the forest, or to follow some dim trail that
led to the heart of the little hills. Sometimes she would be
absent for many hours; and when she returned, her eyes had
the look of one who has dwelt in secret places, and seen things
strange and mysterious. Nowadays, some persons would have
called Neen-i-zu "romantic." Others, who can never see a
thing that isnot just beneath their noses, would have laughed a
little, in a superior sort of way, and said she was a "dreamer."

What was it that Neen-i-zu saw and heard, during these

lonely walks in the secret places of the hills? Was it perhaps
the fairies? She did not say. But her mother, who wished
her to be more like other girls, and who would have liked to
see her marry and settle down, was much disturbed in mind.
The mischievous little fairies known as Puk-Wudjies were
believed tc inhabit the sand dunes where Neen-i-zu so often
went to walk. These were the sand-hills made by Grass-
hopper, when he danced so madly at Man-a-bo-zho's wedding,
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whirling the sand into great drifts and mounds that may be
seen to this very day. The Puk-Wudjies loved these hills,
which were seldom visited by the Indians. It was just the
place for leap-frog and all-hands-'round; in the twilight of
summer days they were said to gather here in little bands,
playing all manner of pranks. Then, as night came, they
would make haste to hide themselves in a grove of pine-trees
known as the Mantto IVac, or the Wood of the Spirits.
No one had ever come close to them; but fishermen, pad-
dling their canoes on the lake, had caught glimpses of them from
afar, and had heard the tiny voices of these merry little men,
as they laughed and called to one another. When the fisher-
men tried to follow, the Puk-Wudjies would vanish in the
woods; but their foot-prints, no larger than a child's, could be
seen on the damp sand of a little lake in the hills.
If anything more were needed to convince those doubters
who did not believe in fairies, the proof was quickly supplied
by fishermen and hunters who were victims of their tricks.
The Puk-Wudjies never really harmed anyone, but they were
up to many kinds of mischief. Sometimes a hunter, picking
up his cap in the morning, would find the feathers plucked
out; sometimes a fisherman, missing his paddle, would dis-
cover it at last in a tree. When such things happened it was
perfectly plain that Puk-Wudjies had been up to their pranks,
and few persons were still stupid enough to believe it could
be anything else.
Neen-i-zu had her own ideas concerning these little men;
for she, like Morning Glory, had often listened to the tales
that old Iagoo told. One of these stories was the story of a
Happy Land, a far-off place where it was always Summer;
where no one wept or suffered sorrow.
It was for this land that she sighed. It filled her thoughts
by day, when she sought the secret places of the hills, and sat
in some lonely spot, listening to the mysterious voices that
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whispered in the breeze. Where was this Happy Land this —
place without pain or care?
Tired out at night, she would sink into her bed. Then
from their hiding places would come stealing the small mes-
sengers of Weenz, the Spirit of Sleep. These kindly gnomes
too small for the human eye to see —
crept quickly up the face
of the weary Neen-i-zu and tapped gently on her forehead
with their tiny war-clubs, called pub-ga-mau-guns Tap
.

—
tap tap! —till her eyelids closed, and she sought the Happy

Land in that other pleasant land of dreams.

She, too, had seen the foot-prints of the Puk-Wudjies on
the sandy beach of the little lake, and had heard their merry
laughter ring out in the grove of pines. Was it their only
dwelling place, she asked herself, or were they not messengers
from the Happy Land, sent to show the way to that mortal
who believed in it, and longed to enter.
Neen-i-zu came to think that this must be really so.
Oftener than ever, she made her way to the meadow bordering
on the Spirit Wood, and sat there gazing into the grove.
Perhaps the Puk-Wudjies would understand, and tell the
fairies whom they served. Then some day a fairy would
appear at the edge of the pines, and beckon her to come.
That would surely happen, she thought, if she wished it long
enough, and could give her wishes wings. So, sitting there,
she composed the words of a song, and set it to the music the
pines make when the south wind stirs their branches. Then
she sang:
Spirit of the laughing leaves,
Fairy of the forest pine,
maid who grieves
Listen to the
For that happy land of thine.
From your haunt in summer glade
Hasten to your mournful maid.

Was it only her fancy, that she seemed to hear the closing
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words of her song echoed from the deep woods where the merry
little men had vanished ? Or was it the Puk-Wudjies mocking
her?
She had lingered later than usual; it was time to go. The
new moon swung low in the western sky, with its points turned
upwards to the heavens. An Indian would say he could
hang his powder horn upon it, and that it meant dry weather,
when the leaves crackled under the hunter's feet, and the
animals fled before him, so that he was unable to come near-
enough to shoot. And Neen-i-zu was glad of this. In the
Happy Land, she declared no one would suffer, and no life
would be taken.
Yet it was a hunter that her mother wished her to marry,
a man who spent his whole life in slaying the red deer of the
forest; who thought and talked of almost nothing else.
This came into her mind as she rose from her seat in the
meadow, and cast a farewell glance at the pines. The rays of
the crescent moon touched them with a faint light; and again
her fancy came into play. What was it that seemed to move
along the edge of the mysterious woods? Something with
the dim likeness of a youth — taller than the Puk-Wudjies
who glided rather than walked, and whose garments of light
green stood out against the darker green of the pines. Neen-
i-zu looked again; but the moon hid behind the hills. All was
black to the eye; to the ear came no sound but the creepy cry
of the whip-poor-will. She hastened home.
That night she heard from her mother's lips what she had
long expected and feared. "Neen-i-zu," said her mother.
"I named you 'My dear Life,' and you are as dear as life to me.
That is why I wish you to be safe and happy. That is why
I wish you to marry a good man who will take the best care of

you now, and will protect and comfort you when I am gone.
You know the man I mean."
"Yes, mother," answered Neen-i-zu. "I know him well
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enough— well as ever want
as know him. I to He hunts the
deer, he kills the deer, he skins the deer. That is allhe does,
that is all he thinks, that is all he talks about. It is perhaps
well that someone should do this, lest we starve for want of
meat. Yet there are many other things in the world, and this
hunter of yours is content if he does but kill."
"Poor child!" said her mother. "You are too young to
know what is best for you."
"I am old enough, mother dear," answered Neen-i-zu, "to
know what my heart tells me. Besides, this hunter you would
have me marry is as tall as a young oak, while I am not much
taller than one of the Puk-Wudjies. When I stand up very
straight, my head comes little higher than his waist. A pretty
pair we would make!"
What she said was quite true. Neen-i-zu had never grown
to be much larger than a child. She had a graceful, slender
body, little hands and feet, eyes black as midnight, and a mouth
like a meadow flower. One who saw her for the first time,
passing upon the hills, her slight figure sketched against the
sky, might have thought that she herself was a fairy.
For all her gentle, quiet ways, and her love of lonely places,
Neen-i-zu was often merry. But now she seldom laughed;
her step was slow; and she walked with her eyes fixed upon the
ground. "When she is married," thought her mother, "she
will have other things to occupy her mind, and she will no
longer go dreaming among the hills."
But the were her one great joy the hills, and the
hills —
flowery meadows where the lark swayed to and fro, bidding
her be of good cheer, as he perched on a mullein stalk. Every
afternoon she sat, singing her little song. Soon she would
sing no more. The setting sun would gild the pine grove,
the whip-poor-will would complain to the stars; but the pic-
ture would be incomplete; there would be no Neen-i-zu. For
the wedding day was named; she must be the hunter's wife.
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On this day marriage to the man she so disliked,
set for her
Neen-i-zu put on the garments of a bride. Never had she
looked so lovely. Blood-red blossoms flamed in her jet-black
hair; in her hand she held a bunch of meadow flowers mingled
with the tassels of the pine.
Thus arrayed, she set out for a farewell visit to the grove.
It was a thing they could not well deny her; but as she went
her way, and the hills hid her from sight, the wedding guests
looked uneasily at one another. It was something they could
not explain. At that moment a cloud blew up from no-
where, across the sun; where light had been there was now a
shadow. Was it a sign? They glanced sidelong at the
hunter, but the bridegroom was sharpening his sheath knife on
a stone. Sunshine or shadow, his thoughts were following
the deer.
Time passed; but Neen-i-zu did not return. Then so late
was the hour, that the wedding guests wondered and bestirred
themselves. What could be keeping her so long? At last
they searched the she was not there.
hills; They tracked
her to the meadow, where the prints of her little moccasins
led on and on —
into the grove itself; then the tracks dis-
appeared. Neen-i-zu had vanished.
They never saw her more. The next day a hunter brought
them strange news. He had climbed a hill, on his way home
by a short cut, and had paused there a moment to look around.
Just then his dog ran up to him, whining, with its tail between
its legs. It was a brave dog, he said, that would not run from
a bear, but this one acted as if he had seen something that
was not mortal.
Then the hunter heard a voice, singing. Soon the singing
stopped, and he made out — far off — the figure of Neen-i-zu,
walking straight toward the grove, with her arms held out
before her. He called to her, but she did not hear, and drew
nearer and nearer to the Spirit wood.
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"She walked like one who dreams," said the hunter, "and
when she had almost reached the woods, a young man, slender
as a reed, came out to meet her. He was not one of our tribe.
No, no! I have never seen his like. He was dressed in the
leaves of the forest, and green plumes nodded on his head.
He took her by the hand. They entered the Sacred Grove.
—
There is no doubt that he was a fairy the fairy Evergreen.
There is nothing more; I have finished."
So Neen-i-zu became a bride, after all.

JOHN RAE
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FLOWER CHILDREN
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