=^§:^; C> ^^A% ERN€ST*TH0MP*S0N*5£T0N oiiK/ Z801 \\)© l9oS CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Cornell University Library PS 2801.W8 1905 Woodmyth & fables 3 1924 022 163 293 All books are subject to recall after two weeks Olin/Kroch Library DATE DUE '^n?™^ .vaaollMMH GAYLORD PRINTED IN U.S.A. Ps 2SOi NAjg) >905 B Cornell University B Library The original of tliis book is in tlie Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924022163293 Copyright, 1903. 1904. by The Century Co. Copyright, 1905. by Ernest Thompson Seton ''% Published April, 1905 First Impression April 15. 1905 THE DEVINNE PRESS Published April, 1905 First Impression April 15, 1905 ■C \905 Copyright, 1903. 1904, by The Century Co. Copyright, 1905, by Ernest Thompson Seton THE DEVINNE PRESS In this Book the designs for cover, i title-page, and general / make-up were done by V^ Grace Gallatin Seton / / WOODMYTH & FABLE LIST OF FULL-PAGE DRAWINGS Paae 1 Mi-in-gan, Mus-wa, Mai-kwa ... 33 2 Kalendar of the Seton Indians ... 80 3 Kalendar of the Seton Indians ... 81 4 The Awakening Days 89 5 Breaking the Over-bowl 97 6 The Smoking-days 107 7 The Demon Dance 117 8 Appetite and Food 125 9 The Brook Brownie 1 65 10 The Great Stag 174 4 I "^^ —^^-^^^"Zm:.^, ..•M WOODMYTH & FABLE different ways. He took the trail of the largest and followed for a long way, but not coming up with it, he said: "That one is evidently traveling. I should have taken one of the others." So he went back to the place where he first found it, and took up the trail of another. After a hunt of over an hour in which he failed to get a shot, he said: "I have followed another traveler. I 11 go back and take up the trail of one that is feeding." But again, after a short pursuit, he gave up that one to go back and try an- other that seemed more promising. Thus he spent a whole day trying each of the trails for a short time, and at night came back to camp with nothing, to find that Chatun, though his inferior in all other WOODMYTH & FABLE ways, had proved wiser. He had stuck doggedly to the trail of the one little Deer, and now had its carcass safely in camp. Moral: The Prize is atJijays at the end of the trail. ' ''^. -;air«^ J^ K ^7} \.r-' WOODMYTH & FABLE WHERE TRUTH LIVES "It 's my opinion," said the Frog in the well, "that the size of the ocean is greatly overrated." WOODMYTH & FABLE & THE TWIN STARS Two-Bright-Eyes went wandering out To chase the Whippoorwill ; wo-Bright-Eyes got lost and left Our teepee — oh, so still! wo-Bright-Eyes was lifted up To sparkle in the skies And look like stars, — but we know well That that 's our lost Bright-Eyes. She is looking for the camp, She would come back if she could; She is peeping thro' the tree-tops For the teepee in the wood. K ^ u-^ WOODMYTH & FABLE THE TWO LOG-ROLLERS " Friend Beaver," the Bear said, with scorn in his tone, " I roll far more logs in a day Than you and your family, all toiling at once, Can roll while a year wears away." "Very true," said the Beaver, at work on his dam; "But, since the blunt facts must be told, 1 get some results from my dozen small logs; While your logs are just simply rotted." i^ggfi^^^llA^Pl^l^ m ' 'I :','£5 Ill ^ ~@i4. k1 WOODMYTH & FABLE C -^ THE CONVERTED SOAP- BOILER CERTAIN good man loved things old because they were quaint. He said he would gladly give up locomotives and printing-presses to have "the" spelled "ye," as of old. It gave him a spasm of joy to see a building called a "bvilding, " and he was filled with gloats whenever he could get a newspaper to spell "gospel" as "gofpel," or "honor" as " honoure" — it was "so qvaint, so Shakespearian!" A friend, who was making a fortune boiling soap by day, and spending it in gathering a library by night, took him to task one day, thus: "There was a time in the evolution of the alphabet when « and V, d and f , pand ,6, w and v, etc. , were imper- <^r^ WOODMYTH & FABLE fectly differentiated, and used somewliat indiscriminately ; but to revive this thing now is to breed confusion, to step back- w^ard and downward. It is as bad as re- storing the useless tags that the horse once had on each side of his feet where for- merly there were other toes. In their day these oddities of spelling reflected their time; to import them into our present day is not only opposed to common sense, it is as dishonest as if we were to stamp a modern product 'Anno Dom.CC Sup- pose, now, one of these spurious imitative inscriptions to be dug up five hundred years hence. Though only five hundred years old, the intemal evidence makes it double that age, thus lending itself to a lie and building up an abominable deceit." " Thou art all wronge," said the anti- quary. "Ye delycious quaintnesse of ye n; fx\\\\\%\ \ \ ww wwwyv' .^iL (^1 WOODMYTH & FABLE Ss*"^ antient masters waye did breede yem an atmosphere of sweetnesse and joyaunce yat was verily ye mother of theire great- nesse. Shakespeare neyer could have writ- ten had he been yforced to a type-writer, neither could Spenser have sung had he been compelled to spell ' faerie' as 'fairy.' Ye atmosphere which bred yem was bred of ye quaintnesse of yr spelling." The soap-boiler was touched, for he loved books. He pondered all these things for long, and then he wrote to his friend : "Verily mine eyen are oped. I have seen a greate lichte and have a newe hearte withinne me. Odzooks! I have lost much time, pardee, but I will this at- mosphere of quaintnesse in mine owne kingdomme, for I have charged mine hire- Hngs that they call me ' ye master.' Be- K WOODMYTH & FABLE shrew me, but I am minded to oust mine — my — type-writer — is it not so called? — and hie me to ye holy goose-quille of mine fathers. I have, moreover, inscribed a newe tablet for ye gabel that is ye ende of mine workes wherein I do boyle mine soap. By my halidome, methinks it lilteth right merrilie and smackethof much and comelie quaintnesse." H^j BvjltynoE (ofii Pojlyn..ff£ of Coifji vn-at j^ Ja.J)r£ of our; Lordc JIX~21_\ jniCMJ ynn'. ^ Moonatli^ of Iv ti f TZZ-^^^ -\ Splitting rails luill not make an Abraham Lincoln. WOODMYTH & FABLE C' THE WISE WOODCHUCK F all the beasts that roeimed the woods in their primeval state, The Woodchuck only holds his own and keeps right up to date ; And why he never lost his grip may prove a plan of worth : He sticks to this first principle, " Get back to Mother Earth." Another thing he demonstrates: the safest kind of wealth Is brains with up-to-date ideas, a hide just crammed with health. A final guide in Woodchuck life is this well- known refrain : " He ought to die who heis n't sense to come in from the rain." The Chipmunk stores up hoards of nuts, which robbers steal away ; The Fox stays out late every night and dearly has to pay : But Woodchuck hides when fall's feasts fail ; his fat his only hoard For months of subsoil serious thought, as happy as a lord. Or' WOODMYTH & FABLE ^^. And everyyear at Candlemas hereappears on earth, For, as astronomers well know, a new conjunction's birth Takes place that day among the stars, and settles for good reason The kind of weather coming for the balance of the season. Then if the sky is overcast with murky clouds and gray. This is a sign of winter past and springtime on the way ; But if, in air all frosty clear, the sun, unveiled and bright, Should cast his shadow on the snow, he reads the sign aright, And turns back to his peaceful cell, renews his meditation L ^ J ,^^ For six hard weeks, which justifies ^'-^^f^if ^A. his sage prognostication. .>»^*'''^*sS^'^^^ Then loud we sing the wise Wood- / ,^ ^ chuck : he hides when ^ ^/ storms are rife ; '^&^* ( He values oiJy health and vrits, hence his success in life. ^ i. THE FAIRY LAMPS ^ HERE was once a little bare- legged, brown-limbed boy who spent all his time in the woods. He loved the woods and all that was in them. He used to look, not at the flowers, but deep down into them, and not at the singing bird, but into its eyes, to its little heart; and so he got an insight better than most others, and he quite gave up collecting birds' eggs. But the woods were full of mys- teries. He used to hear little bursts of song, and when he came to the place he could find no bird there. Noises and move- ^-^ WOODMYTH & FABLE ^-1 ments would just escape him. In the woods he saw strange tracks, and one day, at length, he saw a wonderful bird making these very tracks. He had never seen the bird before, and would have thought it a great rarity had he not seen its tracks every- where. So he leamed that the woods were full of beautiful creatures that were skilful and quick to avoid him. One day, as he passed by a spot for the hundredth time, he found a bird's nest. It must have been there for long, and yet he had not seen it ; and so he leamed how blind he was, and he exclaimed: "Oh, if only I could see, then I might understand these things! If only I knew! If I could see but for once how many there are and how near! If only every bird would wear over its nest this evening a little lamp to show me!" A WOODMYTH & FABLE <^,^ The sun was down now; but all at once there was a soft light on the path, and in the middle of it the brown boy saw a Little Brown Lady in a long robe, and in her hand a rod. She smiled pleasantly and said : " Little boy, I am the Fairy of the Woods. I have been watching you for long, I like you. You seem to be different from other boys. Your request shall be granted." Then she faded away. But at once the whole landscape twinkled over with wonderful little lamps — long lamps, short lamps, red, blue, and green, high and low, doubles, singles, and groups : wherever he looked were lamps — twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, here and everywhere, until the forest shone like the starry sky. He ran to the nearest, and there, surely, was a bird's nest. He ran to the next; yes, WOOD MYTH & FABLE THE SCATTERATIONIST IMS settlement was begin- ning to feel itself a place of importance. The chief road had a fence on both sides of it for over a mile, and a blaze on a large tree was already ordered with the official inscription ' ' Main street . ' ' There had been talk of the possibility of a store, and local pride broke forth in noble eruption when a meeting was called to petition for a post-office. The wisdom, worth, and wealth of the place were represented by old Sims. He was a man of advanced ideas, the natural leader of the commu- nity; and after all the questions had been duly discussed, the store and post-office resolved upon, the question of who was WOODMYTH & FABLE I" to run them came up. There were sev- eral aspirants, but old Sims led the meet- ing, expressing the majority and crushing the minority in a brief but satisfactory speech : "Fust of all, boys, I 'm opposed to this yer centerin' of everything in one place. Now that 's jest what hez been the rooin of England; that is why Lon- don ain't never amounted to nothin' — everything at London. London is Eng- land; England is London. If London 's took, England 's took, says I, an' that hez been her rooin. "The idee of House o' Lords an' House o' Commons in the same town ! It ain't fair, I tell ye; it 's a hog trick. Why did n't they give some little place a chance instead o' buildin' up a blastin' monopoly like that? Same thing hez WOODMYTH & FABLE rooined New York, an' I don't propose to hev our town rooined at the start. "Now I say no man hez any right to live on the public. ' Live an' let live,' says I ; an' if we let one man run this yer store, it 's tantamount to makin' the others the slaves of a monopoly. Every man hez as much right as another to sell goods, an' there is only one fair way to do it, an' that is give all a chance; an' sence it falls to me to make a suggestion, I says, let Bill Jones thar sell the tea ; let Ike Yates hev the sugar ; Smithers kin handle the salt ; Deacon Blight seems naturally adapted for the vinegar; and the other claims kin be considered later. I '11 take the post-office meself down to my own farm. Now that 's fair to all." There was no flaw in the logic; it was most convincing. Those who would fight M -A WOODMYTH & FABLE found themselves without a weapon, and Scatteration Flat became a model of de- centralization. Work? Oh, yes, it works. Things get badly mixed at times, and it takes a man all day to buy his week's groceries ; but old Sims says it works. Moral: The hen goes chickless that scatters its eggs. WOODMYTH & FABLE THE POINT OF VIEW QUIET country home among fruit-trees and shrubbery; the gray-bearded Master, a fa- mous vegetarian, in the porch reading a paper; a rolling meadow ; a flock of well-fed sheep. Scene I. In the Master's House. The Graybeard looking over the meadow. " How can human beings be so bestial as to prey on their flocks? For me there is no greater pleasure than to know I can make their lives happy. Their annual wool is ample payment for their keep. But I see by the paper that this awful sheep pestflence has broken out on the coast. I must waste no time; nothing but inocula- tion can save them. Poor things, how I WOODMYTH & FABLE <-! -^ wish I could spare them this pain ! " So the Graybeard, with his man, caught the terrified sheep one by one, while a butcher in a blue blouse sat on the fence and grin- ned. Each sheep suffered a sharp pang when the inoculator pierced its skin. Each was more or less ill afterward. But all recovered, and the plague which swept the country a month later left only them alive of all the countless flocks. Scene II. Among the sheep. First Sheep: "Ah, how happy we should be but for that treacherous gray- bearded monster! Sometimes and for long he feeds us and seems kind, and then without any just cause there is a change, as the other day, when he came with his accomplice and ran us down one by one and stabbed us with some devilish in- k: N ' 59 > WOOD MYTH & FABLE strument of torture, so that we all were very ill afterward. How we hate the brute!" Second Sheep : " If only we could come into the power of that gentle creature in the blue blouse!" Chorus : ' ' Ah, that would be joy ! Bah — bah — bah ! " Moral: The moreive knoiv the less ive gramble. WOODMYTH & FABLE h/^"^ & THE ORIGIN OF THE BLUEBIRD INNA-BO-JOU. the Sun- god, was sleeping his win- ter's sleep on the big island just above the thunder-dam that men call Niagara. Four moons had waned, but still he slept. The host draperies of his couch were gone; his white blanket. was burned into holes; he tumed over a little. Then the ice on the river cracked like near thunder. When he turned again it began to slip over the big b,eaver-dam of Niagara, but still he did not awake. The great Er- Bea ver in his pond flapped his tail, and the waves rolled away to the shore and set the ice heaving, cracking, and groaning; but Ninna-bo-jou slept. ^b1 ^^ WOODMYTH & FABLE Then the Ice-demons pounded the shore of the island with their clubs. They pushed back the whole river-flood till the channel was dry, then let it rush down like the end of all things, and they shouted together: "Ninna-bo-jou! Ninna-bo-jou ! Ninna- bo-jou!" But still he slept calmly on. Then came a soft, sweet voice, more gentle than the mating turtle of Miami. It was in the air, but it was nowhere, and yet it was in the trees, in the water, and it was in Ninna-bo-jou too. He felt it, and it aw^oke him. He sat up and looked about. His white blanket was gone; only a few tatters of it were to be seen in the shady places. In the snowy spots the shreds of the fringe with its beads had taken root and were growing into little WOODMYTH & FABLE <-^ -^ flowers with beady eyes. The small voice kept crying: "Awake; the Spring is coming!" Ninna-bo-jou said: "Little voice, where are you? Come here." But the little voice, being everywhere, was nowhere, and could not come at the hero's call. So he said: "Little voice, you are nowhere because you have no place to live in; I will make you a house." So Ninna-bo-jou took a curl of Birch bark and made a little wigwam, and be- cause the voice came from the skies he painted the wigwam with blue mud, and to show that it came from the Sunland he painted a red sun on it. On the floor he spread a scrap of his own white blan- ket, then for a fire he breathed into it a spark of life, and said: " Here, little voice, N.. WOODMYTH & FABLE is your wigwam." The little voice en- tered and took possession, but Ninna- bo-jou had breathed the spark of life into it. The smoke-vent wings began to move and to flap, and the little wigwam turned into a beautiful Bluebird with a red sun on its breast and a shirt of white. Away it flew, but every Spring it comes, the Bluebird of the Spring. The voice still dwells in it, and we feel that it has lost nothing of its earliest power when we hear it cry: " Awake; the Spring is coming!" WOODMYTH & FABLE THE GITCH-E O-KOK-O-HOO [FTER the Great Spirit had made the world and the crea- tures in it, he made the Gitch-e O-kok-o-hoo. This was like an Owl, but bigger than an5^hing else alive, and his voice was like a river plunging over a rocky ledge. He was so big that he thought he did it all himself, and was puffed up. The Blue Jay is the mischief-maker of the woods. He is very smart and im- pudent; so one day when the Gitch-e O-kok-o-hoo was making thunder in his throat, the Blue Jay said : " Pooh, Gitch-e O-kok-o-hoo, you don't call that a big noise! You should hear Niagara; then you would never twitter again." Now Niagara was the last thing the \.U-' WOOD MYTH & FABLE Manitou had made; it never ceases to utter the last word of the Great Spirit in creat- ing it: "Forever! forever! forever!" But Gitch-e O-kok-o-hoo was nettled at hearing his song called a "twitter," and he said: "Niagara, Niagara! I'm sick of hearing about Niagara. I will go and silence Niagara for always," So he flew to Niagara, and the Blue Jay snickered and followed to see the fun. When they came to Niagara where it thundered down, the Gitch-e O-kok-o-hoo began bawling to drown the noise of it, but could not make himself heard, " Wa-wa-wa," said the Gitch-e O- koko-hoo, with great effort and only for a minute. "WA-WA-WA-WA,"saidtheriver, steadily, easily, and forever. "Wa-wa-wa!" shrieked Gitch-e O- WOODMYTH & FABLE r4 <^. ■ A kok-o-hoo; but it was so utterly lost that he could not hear it himself, and he be- gan to feel small ; and he felt smaller and got smaller and smaller, until he was no bigger than a Sparrow, and his voice, in- stead of being like a great cataract, became =-^ like the dropping of water, just a little Tink-tank-tink, Tink-tank-tink. 'g v" ~= And this is why the Indians i ' ■ give to this smallest of the :^^B Owls the name of "the V I WOODMYTH & FABLE THE SUNKEN ROCK POSITIVELY decline to have that young CUppercut in my house again. His in- fluence on my son is most dangerous." "Why, my hiend, he is far from being a bad fellow. He has his follies, I admit, but how unlike such really vicious men as Grogster, Cardflip, and Ponyback!" "Sir, the only danger of a sunken rock is that it is not sunk deep enough." iim^^^,:-&--^^ WOODMYTH & FABLE DOGWOOD »HEN Adam was in Eden, his choicest plant of all Was a glorious showy DogToood that bloomed above the wall. The Devil viewed its spotless white; he marked the Gardener's pride, And vowed he 'd spoil the garden's show; — but dared not go inside. And so he climbed a Locast-iree that grew outside the foss. And reached to shake, — but found, alas ! each bloom was in a cross, Which put them all beyond his power to wither or to blight. The worst that he could do was give each snowy leaf a bite : And there it shows and always will; and where the Devil sat K, WOODMYTH & FABLE Upon the Locust bough you '11 see a scorched and blackened mat. And now the Locust wears around each limb a spiky fence So sharp and deadly that Old Nick has never climbed it since. 1 ^ 'k ..-;*- 1 1 y >••' '« V'^ 4^ c^ ■^ '■■ M ^ On ^«L ) ■N r WOODMYTH & FABLE "v^ THE THREE PHCEBES OF WYNDYGOUL HREE little Phoebes came to W3Tidygoul in the month of March, and sang their song in the trees by the water till it was time to set about nesting. The first one was a Wise ^^\' Little Bird, — even he sus- .^^ pected that, — and after think- # '^^ ing it all out he said : " I shall build high on the rock that is above the Lake of Wyndygoul, and the deep water shall be the moat of my castle." Then the second one thought it all out, and he was the Wisest of all the Phoebes. He simply knew it all, and he knew that he knew. So he said: "The rock has its advantages, but it is very ex- & WOODMYTH & FABLE posed to the enemies above. I shall build under this low root on the bank. It shel- ters all sides, my nest will be concealed, and the rushing water of the River of Wyndygoul shall be the protecting moat of my castle." But the third little Phoebe was a Little Fool, and he knew it. And he said to his wife: "We are so foolish we cannot foresee all the dangers — we do not even know what they are; but we do know this: that there is a Blue Devil called the Blue Jay, and a Brown Devil called the Hawk, and a Night Devil called the Weasel, and we know that they are not the biggest things on earth. There is some one here bigger than they. Let us put our trust in him. We will build our nest between the sticks of his nest : per- haps he will protect us." WOODMYTH & FABLE A 72 'y So they did. They put the nest right in the porch of his house. It was not high, and it was not hidden, nor was there any moat to their castle. Its only protection was an "influence," and that was invisible; but it was felt all about the porch that is on the lawn that is above the Lake of Wyndygoul. '^fga^'^^i^ And there they all sat on a ""^ ■" warm April morning when the nests were made, the Wise One on the rock singing " Phoe-bee," and the Very Wise One under the root singing "Phoe-be," and the I Foolish One on the porch singing "Phcebe-e." They sang so loudly that a Hawk, passing by, thought, "Something is up," and he looked for the nests; but the one on the rock he could not reach, the one K, WOODMYTH & FABLE under the root he could not find, and the one on the porch he dared not go near. And the Weasel heard them and thought, "Oh, ho! I shall investigate this to-night." But the chilly water kept him from the two nests, and there was an uncomfortable feeling about the porch that he preferred to avoid. But there came at length the Blue Devil called the Jay. When he heard the singing he said: "Where there are songs there are nests." And he found where the nests were, by watching their owners. So he flew to the rock and looked in that nest. It was finished, but empty. "Very good, said the Blue Jay; " I can wait." Then he flew to the root and looked into that nest, and there was one egg. WOODMYTH & FABLE " Oh, ho ! " said the Jay, "this is good luck, but not enough. I know that Phcebes lay more than one egg. I can wait." So, though his beak watered a little, he let it alone and went — but no ; he did not go to the porch, because the man had made an "influence" there, and it was repugnant to the Blue Jay. And the three little Phoebes sang mer- rily their morning-song in the trees by the Lake of Wyndygoul. Next morning the Blue Jay went over to the rock nest, and there was one egg in it, and he said: "Very good as far as it goes, but I can wait. I '11 see you later." Then he went to the nest under the root, — a very hard nest to find it had been, — and there were two eggs. The Blue Jay turned his wicked head on one side and counted them with his right eye, then on the other side and counted them with i^. 1; V!r' WOODMYTH & FABLE his left eye, and said: "This is better, but I know that a Phoebe lays more than two eggs. I can wait." He did not go to the porch. He had his own reasons. And next morning the three little Phoebes sang their three little songs in the trees by the Lake of Wyn- dygoul. But the Blue Jay came as before, and he looked at the nest in the rock, and said: "Oh, ho! there are two eggs now. Keep on, my friends, keep on; this is true charity. You are going to feed the hun- gry. I think I will wait a little longer." Then he went to the root above the water, and in that nest were three eggs. "Very good," said the Blue Jay. "A Phoebe-bird may lay four or even five eggs, but give me a sure thing." So he swallowed the three eggs in the root nest. And next morning there were only two A WOODMYTH & FABLE s' little Phoebes singing happily in the trees by the Lake of W5aidygoul. But the Blue Jay came around again two days later, and he called only at the rock nest. He looked out of his right eye, and then out of his left. Yes, there were four eggs in it now. " I know when a nest is ripe," said he, and he swallowed them all and tore down the nest. Then the little Wise Phoebe came and saw it, and was so heart-broken with sorrow that he tumbled into the lake and was drowned. Next morning there was only one lit- tle Phoebe that merrily sang in the trees by the Lake of Wyndygoul. But the Very Wisest Phoebe began to say to himself : " I made a mistake. I built too high up. My nest was all right, it was perfect, but a little too high." So he began a new nest low down, close to the water, under the same black root, ^-^ WOODMYTH & FABLE ^ by the River of Wyndygoul, and the Blue Jay could not reach it then; he only got wet in tr5ang. But one night, when there were three more eggs, and the Wisest Phoebe was sit- ting on them, a great Mink put his head out of the water and gobbled up Phoebe, eggs, and all. And the next moming there was only one little Phoebe-bird with his nest, and that was the Foolish One that knew he was foolish, and that built in the porch of the house that stood on the hill that is close by the Lake of Wyndygoul. And he sang all that spring, and his nest was soon filledwith growing little ones. And they got bigger and bigger, till they were too big for the nest; and at length they all fledged and flew, and lived happily ever after in the trees by the Lake of Wyndygoul. Moral : Wisdom is its oivn reJDARoof«the C.T.S. ^v V* Si )' (I >S'ErTO>J " I N DIAN^. CT.S. i THE SEASONS 1 1 on Chaska-water jk ..■M^'':;^mr^L.j^ li'i _^.^A "" '"'^m^: .. 7^' THE AWAKENING DAYS 4 N^O» K WOODMYTH & FABLE THE AWAKENING DAYS ON ^-^^. CHASKA-WATER ST^S* J J y^ HITER than death \ -j-^ =^| was Chaska-water, VX XSV^ palerthanfear. Well ^^^-°— ^ had the Ice-demons worked; swift and sure had their arrows sped. Only the waste of snow was there. Nothing was left that moved or cried or rustled on Chaska-water. Oh, Moon that swung in the silent sky, knew ye ever so fearful a stillness? Oh, black cloud blocking the blacker sky, was there ever so awful a deadness? Tense — tenser — snap ! The breaking had come — not a sound, not a move, but a feeling. Up from the south came a gentle breath, a fanning too faint WOODMYTH & FABLE for a south wind; only a feeling bearing a voice that reached not ears, but our being, and told of a coming — a coming. A snow-lump fell from a fir-tree and ruffled the white on the water. ' ' Coming, coming!" it sang. A drop of water rolled from a sand- bank and dimpled the white on the water, with a " Coming, coming! " Ttronk — trronk — trronk, in the sky to the southward. Trronk — trronk — trronk, the flying bu- glers come. TRRONK — TRRONK — TRRONK, and louder. An arrow, a broad-headed ar- row, appears. TRONK — TRONK — TRONK, and a whirring of pinions, and the broad arrow grows to an army — an army of buglers. WOODMYTH & FABLE Hark how they shake all the fir-trees! See how they stir the small snow-slides! TrONK— TRONK-TRONK, and the ice on the lake is a-shiver. TroNK— TRONK— TRONK, and the rill that was dead is a-running. TrONK— TRONK— TRONK, andthe stars are lost. TRONK —TRONK —TRONK, and the sun comes up to blaze on the Chaska-water. Red and gold and bright is the sun, silver the bugles blowing. TrONK, coming, coming, coming, and the clamor is lost in the northlands. The heralds have sped with the tidings. "Coming, coming!" the Cranes are crying. "Coming, coming!" the Woodpecker drums. Coming, coming ! ' ' the Reeds whisper, rejoicing and rasping together. Only the WOODMYTH & FABLE snow-drifts weep, and their tears in a thou- sand rills run down, melting the snow and sawing the ice as they trickle on Chaska- water. Open the stretches of water now; Gulls and Terns and Ducks are there, Divers and Butterflies, Midges and Gnats, singing and shouting, even while silent — "Coming, coming, coming!" But loudest of all is the calm, clear sky of warmest blue, with a golden sun, a golden ball in the great over-bowl. ' ' Coming, coming, coming ! " It booms in silence, and still looks down, and all is expectant — awaiting, "Coming, coming!" And the myriad heralds' cries have melted and softened to a world-wide gentle murmur, almost a hush — the hush in the pageant that fol- lows the heralds' announcement. It came at last: not from the south or WOODMYTH & FABLE '-1 the east or the west, not from the skies of promise, but from the sand at the edge of a dwindling snow-drift, up from the earth it came. Up to the light of the golden sun in a warm blue sky, raised and gazed a golden star in a warm blue bowl — the Sun-god flower, the Sand-hill bloom. It sprang, and it spread like a fire on the plains, and it heaved and it drifted like opal snow — like lilacs all sprinkled with golden dust. And this is the Sand-bloom born of the Spring; this is the Spring-bloom born of the Sand. This is the darling the heralds announced; and Spring is on Chaska-water. (4^-=::=^ ' 89 / # I i THE SEASONS | i on Chaska-water i I THE THUNDER-BIRD f WOODMYTH & FABLE THE THUNDER-BIRD ON CHASKA-WATER EAD was the wind on Chaska-water. ^^A/ u-ii'i Gone were the living mkl^^^^ breezes. Long had the winter been banished, and the sheen of the blue on the hills of the brown was lost in the screening of leafage. Life there was in the pool, in the bush, in the marsh and the wood: life, life in a precious abundance, but life that was heavy with heat-sleep. Heavy hung the reeds and the cat- tails ; heavy and limp the leather-soft leaves of the aspen. Heavy and hot and dry were the Wolf- willows thick on the ridges. VJr" WOODMYTH & FABLE x^sT) Hot and dry and listless the Snake; dusty and hot was the Redtail. A day and a week, and the air grew hotter and deadlier — fiercer than heat in the sweat-lodge; and muffled was every face, like the dead, in blankets — in- visible blankets. Instead of a sky was a coppery bowl, that fitted tight down at the world-rim. The song of the birds had faded and died ; there was no sound in the branches. There was no song but the hot-weather bug, that chimed AS he added his torment. "Better far was the onset of Peboan, for he gave a warning. Better, for we could escape to the south, but now we are buried and helpless." Baked in their shells were the un- hatched birds; roasted the feet of the downlings ; and when, in the morning, the WOODMYTH & FABLE mother Grouse clucked hoarsely to her brood, there was no answer, for dead were they lying around her. O Wabung! the Wind of the Morn- ing, O Mudjeekeewis, the West Wind ! are ye dead? Are ye dead? O Master of Life! art thou sleeping? Mes-cha-cha-gan-is 1 thou swiftest of runners, take word. Pai-hung! thou trumpet-voiced herald away. Chewusson ! best loved of singers, pro- claim to the Master our fearful condi- tion. But Mes-cha-cha-gan-is was lying as dead. Pai-hung was feeble, and Che- wusson silent as Pauguk. Only the Hot- weather Bug, the Cicada, was heard as he sang, as though glad of our torment, "B-z-z-z-z-z" And louder in glee he sang and thrilled ^n Or' WOODMYTH & FABLE and rejoiced in his moment — "*B-z-z-z- z-z-z. And louder — till Anee-mee-ki was awaked; not the Master, but he of the Wings and the Thunder. "What stifles the Chaska-land? What murders the Middle-folk? The big bronze Over-bowl, — the lid of the Evil One, — killing the air, killing the rain." And he flew down on it like a Night- hawk, stooping and booming — flew so it rumbled beneath him. But it moved not. Then he struck with his mountain- splitter, so it rumbled and rang ; and again, so it split. And the Evil One rushed hot-breathed to attack him. Bang! thunder! he smote on the Death- bowl — so it crashed, but the red arrows flamed and rebounded. WOODMYTH & FABLE The Evil One tore up an oak for a club. Bang! Baim-iva — again, so the sky was dark with clouds of dust, the gloom and the heat were dreadful, and frightful the swishing of pinions, the eye-flashing glances were fearful, and the fighters were hot-breathed and cold-breathed, as they rumbled and pounded. Crack! bang! and the bowl was a-shiver. Swish, flash, ha-roo! Roll! Roll! BaiM-WA, battler, warrior, fighter! Bang! Baim-iva, again and again, and the rain of a month withheld came roar- ing in rivers downward. Crack! arrows of light; crash! war- clubs of power, as the two were a-swirl, in the battle, on the hills of the Chaska- water — tossing, dashing, bending the groves ; pelting wath arrows & 97 ,^ WOODMYTH & FABLE <~. and spears and a sky full of hail; wreck- ing the trees and flowers, smashing the birds, jarring the hills, tilting the lake from end to end so its waters went foaming and racing. Flying coppery fragments in the sky ; cold wind pursuing the hot wind ; a broad and trampled pathway across all the Chaska-land where the two had united in battle. Down, down on all sides fall the shards of the bowl. The blue sky is appearing. Down, down to the margin they fall — and are lost. The pent-up rain has been emptied: only the gentle shower of last night is now falling. The frightened lake looks pleasantly blue and rippling. The cool breeze is abroad; and out of a thicket all trampled and smashed by the fighters >r^99 j -^ gi \^-> WOODMYTH & FABLE comes the voice of the gentlest and sim- plest of singers — the green-leaf singer — the Vireo. The spirit bird, so frail that an unkind breath, a falling flower, might kill him, without a puissant guardian, what could he do? But there is no fear in his voice, no broken plume in his wing; he is un- wounded and fearless as he softly sings: "Hear — hear me. Hear — hear me." A song of the bluest sky he sings, of the greenest leaf, of the freshest airs and the rippling lake; a song of the sweetest days, for now is the calm sum- mer weather abroad — aglow on the Chaska-water. I I ^ THE SEASONS I T on Chaska-water i -y'ii:«^ I jl'l" ♦♦*♦ ¥♦♦*♦♦♦# 4 THE SMOKING-DAYS WOODMYTH & FABLE THE SMOKING-DAYS ON CHASKA-WATER HE Red moon waned over Chaska-water, the Red and the Hunting and Leaf- falling moons. Signal-fires rose on the hills by the lake. Signals to all: "Come to council." Teepees were seen on the hills — painted and beautiful teepees, red and orange and brown, the tents of the tribes now assembling. A herald outcries : "The days grow short and the Mad moon comes. Old Peboan's scouts have spied out our camp. Oh, blacken your faces for Chaska-water." That night came the hostile spies V"3 / \.r^ WOODMYTH & FABLE again. There was fear on the camp in the morning. The spruce-spires made uneasy sounds. A going there was in the tree-tops; a shivering sound in the aspens. And the hard white clouds above bumped together Uke ice-chunks in the spring flood of Assiniboinisipi. The loud trumpeters crossed the sky; the squawkers were squawking; the rum- blers were rumbling; a thousand added to the clamor bom of the fear that was bom of the clamor. "The White foe comes; we are as the brood of Shesheep when Wah-gush finds them afoot and a mile from the water. We are caught unready." There was confusion and panic — till Ninna-bo-jou was apprised, and, vexed at their fear, proclaimed: "I alone plan WOOD MYTH & FABLE '-^/ for the future; take ye what I send ye"; and he blew a blast that shook down all the painted teepee covers; only the poles were left, standing in rows, on the banks of the Chaska-water. Hear, now, ye trembling Teepee-folk ! War there is coming, but Truce for ten days there shall be, while I smoke my peace-pipe ; Peace while its smoke is up- curling. Prepare ye, prepare for your trial of hardship. " Down on the bank of the Chaska- water sat he a-smoking; and the Teepee- folk, hastening, made ready. The Bluejay began another hoard of acoms. The Beaver added two span to his dam. The Muskrat piled on one more layer of rushes to his hut-thatch. The Partridge dusted his plumage, so it might fluff out more fully. Vs. \^r WOODMYTH & FABLE The Spruce-borer went his length more deep into the solid tree. The Fox shook and licked his tail into shape for a muffler. The Red Squirrel chewed ten more bundles of bark for his blanketing. The Chipmunk stuffed another hand- ful of earth into his alleyway. The Gopher rushed forth for a final load of grass, took one look backward at the sun, and hid below. The Trumpeter Cranes, the Swans, and the Geese went sailing away to the offing. The last Red Rose dropped her pet- als five — the last of the race of the prairie. Still Ninna-bo-jou sat a-smoking. Over the tree-tops circled the smoke, — for calm and bright and warm was the weather, — over the hills and the lake, till the landscape WOODMYTH & FABLE was veiled in a haze. A mystical haze and a splendor, a dreamy calm, was over all, for this was the Peace of the Smoking- days. This was the Indian Summer. For ten fair days the Peace was smoked. The Fliers had gone and the Dwellers made ready. Then Ninna-bo- jou arose, and departing, he shook the ash from his pipe. A rising wind drifted its whiteness over the hills, blew all the smoke from the landscape. Now another feeling spreads abroad. The moon of the Falling leaves has waned, the Mad moon comes, awesome and chilling and dark. At morn there are spears of white on the ponds, there are tracks and signs — the signs of an on-coming enemy, of a foe irresisti- ble. For this is the death of the Red Rose days; this is the dawn of the Mad moon gloom. This is the end of the joy and the light — the coming of Kabibonokka. K ^::^ o.-^ T THE SEASONS ? i f i on Chaska-water i ^^ I # I THE DEMON DANCE 4 rV .i»v. >. "i.,^ WOODMYTH & FABLE THE DEMON DANCE ON CHASKA-WATER iip*ir.ilMll||ifl|i^"ll^C 4LUE in its tawny hills is ''}m Chaska-water. Black are m the spruce-trees that raise *! their spires on its banks. &|"""" 'ii'»='ii"iiife'i«4 Ducks and Gulls in myri- ads are here, and the shallows are dotted with Rat-houses. The Loon and the Grebe find harvest in its darker reaches. The Blue Heron and the Rail stalk and skulk on its sedgy margin. Fish swarm in its depths, Deer and Rabbits on its banks, Birds in its trees abound. For Chaska- water, rippling bright or darkling blue, is a summer home of the Sun-god. Ninna- bo-jou is its guardian and its indwellers are his special care. All through the summer he taught them and led them — WOODMYTH & FABLE showed them the way of their living, taught them the rights of the hunter; all through the autumn he led them. Then came the cold. Down from the north it came riding — riding with wicked old Peboan; and the Red Linnets swept before it like sparks in the van of a prairie fire, and the White Owl followed after like ash in the wake of a prairie fire. Down from the sky there fell a white blanket, the Sun-god's blanket, and Nin- na-bo-jou cried: "Now I sleep. Let all my creatures sleep and be at peace, even as Chaska-water sleeps. " The Ducks and Geese Hew far to the south, the Woodchuck went to his couch, the Bear and the Snake and the Bullfrog, the Tree-bugs, slept; and the blanket covered them all. {4 WOODMYTH & FABLE <-r "^ But some were rebellious. The Partridge safe under the snow, the Hare safe under the brush, and the Muskrat safe under the ice, said: "Why should we fear old Peboan ? " Then the Marten and the Fox and the Mink said : "While the Partridge and the Hare arid the Muskrat are stirring abroad, we will not fail to hunt them." So they all broke the truce of the Sun-god, war-waging when peace was established. But they reckoned not with the Ice-de- mons, the sons of the Lake and the Winter, whose kingdom they now were invading, and vengeance was hot' on their warring. The sun sank lower each day; the North Wind reigned, and the Ice-demons, bom of the Lake and the Winter, grew bigger and stronger, and nightly danced, in the air and on the ice. WOODMYTH & FABLE Deep in the darkest part of the dark month, in the Moon of the darkest days, they met in their wildest revel; for this was their season of sovereignty. Then did they hold their war-dance on the ice of the Chaska-water, dancing in air like flashes of rosy lightning — in a great circle they danced. And they shot their shining deadly arrows in the air, frost-ar- rows that pierced all things like a death ; they pounded the ice with their war- clubs as they danced, and set the snow a-swirling louder, harder, faster. There were sounds in the air of going, sounds in the earth of grinding, and of groaning in Chaska-water. "I am not afraid," said the Partridge, as fear filled her breast : " I can hide in the kindly snow-drift." " I have no fear," said the trembling Marten : " my home is a hoi- WOODMYTH & FABLE low, immovable oak." "What care I?' cried the unhappy Muskrat : " for the thick ice of Chaska- water is my roof-guard. " Faster danced the Demons, louder they sang in their war-dance; glinting, their ar- rows flew, splitting, impaling, glancing. Fear was over the lake, was over the woods. The Mink forgot to slay the Muskrat, and, terror-tamed, groveled beside him. The Fox left the Partridge unharmed, and the Lynx and the Rabbit were brothers. Tamed by the Fear were they who had scoffed at the Peace of the Sun-god, and trembling they hid in the snow-drift, in the tree-trunk, in the ice — trembling, but inly defiant. Whoop ! went the Ice-demons, dancing louder and higher. A mile in the air went their hurtling spears. <"' WOODMYTH & FABLE Wah! ivhoop! crack! and they pounded the ice. Wah I hy-yal louder and faster, with war-arrows glancing, they whirled in the war-dance, Wah! hy-ya! and snow-drifts went curling like smoke, betraying the Partridge and Rabbit. Flash I went the frost-arrows and pierced them. WHOOP! hy-ya! crack! poom! rang the Ice-demons' clubs, and the oak-tree was riven asunder. Bared were the Mar- ten, the Fisher. Hash! ping! and the frost-arrows pierced them. Whoop! clang! on the ice they circled, and louder, still louder. Poom ivhoooop ! and the ice-field was riven; from margin to margin the frost-crack went skirling. Wah! bairn! and it zigzagged in branches. WOODMYTH & FABLE so the Mink and the Muskrat in hiding were thrust into view. Ping! zip! and the frost-arrows pierced them. Whoop-a-hy-a. ! ivhoop-a-hy-a ! round and round in swirHng snow and spHntered trees and riven ice, with hurtHng spears and glancing shafts; up from the ice a mile on high and away, A TRAMPLING, A GLANCING, a trampling, a glancing, a twinkling; and fainter, a glancing, a glinting, a stillness — a stillness most aw- ful ; for- this is the Peace of the Sun-god. This is the Peace in the dark of the darkest Moon. I have seen it; you may see it, away on the Chaska- water. r:i K Of-" WOODMYTH & FABLE Jif^%v So THE INDIAN AND THE ANGEL OF COMMERCE HERE is a stately Angel with a marble brow and a sword that strikes straight down. There is no Angel more calm and strong or more relentless. His pathway is straight; no pity ever turned that sword — it always strikes straight down. There be wrongs that he heeds not; there be rights that he helps'not. There is no anger in his heart — only immuta- bility, intention, directness, progression, and preterpotency. There hath never yet been human v"'i WOODMYTH & FABLE purpose that lasted without his aid. Im- perial Rome at length forgot his power, essayed to turn his trail, and the ready sword struck down. Small Holland, led by him, faced all the world, and England followed this calm guide to lasting power and great- ness. Napoleon prospered while his path was in the Angel's train; but when he tried to lead, and gave that mad, rebel- lious order to the world, the Angel struck him down. There is no problem we need fear; the future has no dread for me. States- men are filled with high dismay — South America, China, the Turk, the Trusts, the Negro at home, are dreadful names to men in power who have not marked the Angel's track — who have not learned the lesson that the Jew learned ages WOOD MYTH & FABLE back: that those who follow have the vanguard of his matchless power, and those who face him must go down. "What," cried the Red-man's friends — "what shall save the Indian, with his noble lesson of simple life and unav- arice .•• Nothing! He was doomed; he was dying; for he stood in the Angel's way. But we, his friends, learned wisdom. We moved him from the pathway and set him in the train of the cold, resistless one whose path is straight, and thus we saved him. He shall not die. His lesson — of the highest in our time — shall live and grow, preserved by the awful Angel, upheld by the pitiless Angel: the one with the changeless, angerless front, and the sword that strikes straight down. 5teSlK p|||^lii|ggtfaggMli5iliiiiiiiE5giM N.. ^21 WOODMYTH & FABLE A RECIPE When the Oak-leaf is the size of a Squirrel's foot, take a stick like a Crow's bill and make holes as big as a Coon's ear and as wide apart as Fox tracks. Then plant your corn, that it may ripen before the Chestnut splits and the Wood- chuck begins his winter's sleep. Jf - :>a^ WOODMYTH & FABLE THE BIG ROUGH STATUE HERE was once a burly, big-chested Peasant Boy who had an idea. He was full of it, mad to express it ; but he did not know how. He went to a rugged mountain-side one night when his work was finished, and he saw a great crag standing out by itself. Then a plan came. He went every night and worked at this mass of living rock till he had shaped his idea in stone. It was rough and chisel- grooved, unskilfully worked, for he was no mason, but the main thought was there — the lines of a superb and colossal human form. The pose, the expression, the grandeur of the conception, were noble, as it loomed against the sky, and the message of the maker was big — big WOODMYTH & FABLE in every part and thought. But his people would none of it. They laughed at the Rugged Boy who was unlike themselves, and he died in obscurity. Long after, a Stranger came from a far country and discovered this great statue of living rock in its native hills. He said, "This is the work of a Giant," and he sent others to see, till all the world knew and some understood, and others wrote learnedly about the colossal mas- terpiece. One day there came a Critic who was kindly disposed toward the great statue. He said it was "good, quite good," but he regretted its clumsy workmanship, its poor technic. So he set himself a life- task. He began on one of the huge rugged bumps that stood for the statue's lingers, and he filed and he polished, and M'1 WOODMYTH & FABLE <"^ ^ he polished and he filed, for half his life- time, till he had carried out the exact form of the finger-tip and the nail and the wrinkles on the joint. He even suggested the grain of the skin and implanted some scattering hairs. Last of all, he painted it flesh-color and placed dirt under the nail, for he was a Realist. Now the people came, and when they saw how like a finger-tip the lump of stone had become and how very real the dirt was, they all fell down and wor- shiped. They said, "This is a great Master," and they loaded the Realist with honors and riches. It was many years before kind nature restored the rugged surface of the colossus. Moral : It 's the add of Time that proves the gold. WOODMYTH & FABLE APPETITE AND FOOD When appetite and food are given, The two together make a heaven ; But leave out one, and, strange to tell. The other by itself is hell. i'S / WOODMYTH & FABLE S THE FAIRY PONIES ROSY boy once dreamed a dream About a Fairy Queen Who came and promised him a wish — The best he d ever seen. He thought of things to pet and love. Of stuff to eat and wear; But last cried: "Two white ponies give To take me everywhere!" The Fmry Queen said: "They are yours; You '11 find them when you rise, Each in its proper stable, And each a living prize." The child awoke; the vision fled. Alas ! it was so sweet ! But he found the ponies in his socks — His own two pearly feet. WOODMYTH & FABLE WITCHES' LUCK Thirteen moons shine bright each year, Thirteen twigs to bum are here. If | The first to fall shall bring you glee, \ I The last to fall don't wait to see. y Mft«. WOODMYTH & FABLE THE FABLE OF THE YANKEE CRAB pAMA, mama, " cried the little Crab, " see, there is a 1 fine fat Clam taking a sun- ! bath as wide open as can be. I must go. He is too good to lose." "My child," said the old Crab, turn- ing greenish, "that Clam would close with a snap and cut off both your pincers if you did but get near enough to touch him." "But, mama, I should take — " "That will do, my child; you are not to go near the dangerous monster." But this little Crab was of Yankee stock. He had a scheme. He waited till his mother's eyes were pulled in, and then slipped softly behind the Clam that \!^-> WOODMYTH & FABLE lay spread open like a rat-trap. He had brought a large pebble, and now dropped it neatly into the open Clam, close up to the hinge. In vain then the power- ful muscles tried to close the shell. The Crab found ample room to insert one pincer, and when last seen he was com- fortably seated, one arm around the help- less Clam, and with the other pulling out its delicious fatness bit by bit, and cram- ming it into his mouth. Moral : Mother does not know it alL WOODMYTH & FABLE ||HE Bullfrog fills his little throat And bellows once again A basso, bugling thunder-note Across the summer fen. A Bull might envy him that voice And \«sh that it w^ere his. This seems to point a moral, But I don't know what it is. &. op WOODMYTH & FABLE UP TO DATE H, brothers, look at that fine big Culex coming to our pond!" cried Stethorynchus, a lively little Stickleback that lived in a marshy place near Yorka- delphia. "Keep quiet, you fool!" cried Cata- phractus (vv^ho, though he had but two sticklers, had a broad, intelligent forehead, and was highly respected among the Gas- terosteidae). "Can't you see she is com- ing to lay her eggs?" "It is not a Culex at all, you micro- cephalous idiot; don't you see by the straight line of her back that that is an Anopheles? said Poly plectron, with char- acteristic rudeness. "So much the better," returned Cata- WOODMYTH & FABLE phractus. "Culex certainly lays twice as many eggs as Anopheles, but she is more suspicious." "I never saw-an Anopheles with spotted thoracic segments," whispered Pegrozila, peevishly, for he had a touch of malaria. "Well, Dr. Howard has," retorted Cataphractus, ' with crushing sarcasm. "Hush — sh — sh — " So each of the little Sticklebacks hid behind a grass-seed, hushed, and held his gills until the Anopheles had laid over one hundred lovely pink eggs with a sweet little baby Anopheles in each. Then, in blissful ignorance of the awful fate await- ing her beloved offspring, the Mosquito floated away with a lightsome pingi The little Sticklebacks made a rush. It was who could get there first. In a trice the floating eggs were rent to pieces r^y 'S'^H WOODMYTH & FABLE and devoured. Then the seventeen little Sticklebacks fluffed their gills in glee, and j for two hours afterward were full of eggs and happiness and congratulations that Y their pond had not been kerosened. i^ MoFlAL: Lives should be iveighed, not counted. hi it M^ WOODMYTH & FABLE THE GRASSHOPPER THAT MADE THE MISSIMO VALLEY ^HE vast low Jurassic Island had been raised above the level of the sea, vv^here now the great continent stands. A Matriarchal Dinosaur was leading her ponderous troop in single file across the up- heaved marshy plain. A dry season had blighted the lower pastures and forced them to travel, and as she was about to tum northerly, a Jurassic Grasshopper said Bizz! under her nose. The insect is quite harmless, but it protects itself by imitating the fearful bizz of the ancestral Rattlesnake. The old Dinosaur wheeled to one side and raised her head. Her little twinkling eyes fell on a rank green s y i \^r' WOODMYTH & FABLE marsh to the eastward, and she now turned and led her troop to that. Each day they came to the feeding-ground along their first discovered trail, until it was worn deeply. Time went by. A wet season made the upland marsh a brimming lake. It would have overflowed to the westward, for this was its lower side, but the deep- worn trail of the Dinosaurs offered an outlet that enlarged with the yearly rains faster than the slowly rising lands could tilt the other way; and so it became a stream. Ages went by. The great upheaval went on. The Rocky Mountains arose. The former trail was now a crooked river flowing eastward, growing larger, carrying into the shallow sea millions of tons of clay, till that shallow sea became WOODMYTH & FABLE N-' -^ the Missouri and Mississippi Valley, which might never have existed had the Dinosaur been allowed to follow her original course — a course that would have left these vast, turbid, land-creative waters free to seek the Western Sea: and the bizz of the harmless Grasshopper did it all. Moral : Fatt oft a tranquil Hvorld hath been Upset by meddling ivord, I ween. "^/H WOODMYTH & FABLE A KNOTTY PROBLEM "The line between business and rob- bery has never yet been clearly defined, " said the Blue Jay, as he swallowed the egg of the Robin, who was off hunting for worms. / #% ^.~fii4, WOODMYTH & FABLE THE SINGLE WAY FAR up on the Continental Divide the Mother Rain- cloud gave birth to two little Rills. They v^rere close to- gether, but had different paths. "I shall be a great River and do great things, for I believe in breadth; a hundred valleys and all the plains shall know me," said one, as he turned eastward. " I shall be a River in one valley. You will think me narrow, but one interest is all I can attend to," said the other, as he turned westward. So they went their divers ways. The one to the east chopped and changed its course. It ran all over the plains, each year in a new channel. It has not yet begun to scoop out a valley. It is of no WOODMYTH & FABLE account, a scorn and reproach; its scat- tered waters have no power. It is not even a feature of the big landscape. Men call it the Platte. The other, with no more water, stuck to one channel and sawed and sawed till it made the mightiest gash in all the globe; for this is the Colorado River, and the Grand Canon is the channel it made. Moral : A Bull can paw more earth than an Ant, but he leaves no monument. WOOD MYTH & FABLE U407 A FABLE FOR ARCHITECTS .1 1 1 NCE upon a time a savage race came into possession of a great island which had formerly been the home of a people far advanced in civilization. There were traces of their occupancy every- where. In particular, the country was marked with tall chimneys, all that re- mained of the great factories once used by the bygone race. The savages had no knowledge of building, but they found that by putting a few floors and ladders in these chimneys, puncturing a few holes through the walls for doors and windows, and finally knocking off the upper half of the smoke-stack, they could make for V. themselves a house, very strong, very in- convenient, but still a possible dwelling. A^^ -^ii^^ >" WOODMYTH & FABLE In time these savages developed a crude civilization of their own. They acquired something of the art of building, and when they set about making a new dwelling they had always for models those that had been their fathers' guides. Accordingly; each new dwelling was made as an im- mense factory chimney; a few holes were punctured in its sides for light and air, floors were bungled in, the upper half of the chimney was pulled down, and lo ! a dwelling expensive, inconvenient, and absurd, but on the line of the "grand old classics" that had been preserved by their "innate nobleness and hallowed by tra- dition. " j This fable is especially commended to those architects who try to turn everything into a Greek temple. WOODMYTH & FABLE THE FEATHER AND THE FRUMP A TRAGEDY The Dames of Mode no longer wear The plumes they used to prize; They find that Egrets in the hair Bring crow's-feet to the eyes. I fis: l>ii:i WOODMYTH & FABLE FAMILIAR SAYINGS S' V..V*'' -s: V •s. ^ ^v"- Pa Porky : " It hurts me far more than it hurts you." WOODMYTH & FABLE I 144 S "> PURPLE FINCH Why they should call him Purple Finch I never yet could think ; And when I asked the bird his hue, He clearly answered, " Pink." K 145, WOODMYTH & FABLE VEERY AND SOLOMON'S SEAL ^E wise men say each growing thing in nature has a sound: But for our dullness, we might hear sweet music all around; I mean not simply birds and rills, but trees, flowers, mosses, too. Are making music exquisite as is their form and hue. So when you see the lily's seal with all its chime of bells, Think you how sweet must be the peal their little tinkle tells. Our dull ears miss the strains, but here is one to make them reach us. With finer ears and silver throat, the lily chime to teach us. The Veery in the self-same shade translates the lily's ringing, "Ah, luea-iy, tueary, lueaiy rest" both thrush and bush are singing. ,. 58%'! .1 ^^ ^"^ WOODMYTH & FABLE A So THE FRETFUL PORCUPINE In the woods of Po- conic there once roamed a very discon- tented Porcupine. He was T forever fretting. He complained that everything was wrong, till it was per- fectly scandalous, and the Great Spirit, getting tired of his grumbling, said: "You and the world I have made don't seem to fit. One or the other must be wrong. It is easier to change you. You don't like the trees, you are unhappy on the ground and think everjrthing is upside down, so I '11 turn you inside out and put you in the water. " This was the origin of the Shad. ^. X^r" WOODMYTH & FABLE HOW THE CHESTNUT BURRS BECAME FTER Manitou had turned the old Porcupine into a Shad the young ones missed their mother and crawled up into a high tree to look for her com- ing. Manitou happened to pass that way, and they all chattered their teeth at him, thinking themselves safe. They were not wicked, only ill-trained; some of them, indeed, were at heart quite good, but, oh, so ill-trained, and they chattered and groaned as Manitou came nearer. Remembering then that he had taken their mother from them, he said : " You look very well up there, you little Porkys, so you had better stay there for always, and be part of the tree." WOODMYTH & FABLE { ^ 1 148 7 This was the origin of the chestnut burrs. They hang like a lot of Httle porcupines on the tree-crotches. They are spiny and dangerous, utterly without manners, and yet most of them have a good little heart inside. (^ \\ fO <^tSe_^ K. Of WOODMYTH & FABLE AN EXPLANATION j^HE Meddy she wuz sorry For her sister Sky, ye see, Coz, though her robe of blue wuz bright, 'T was plain as it could be. An' so she sent a skylark up To trim the Sky robe right Wi' daisies from the Meddy (Ye kin see them best at night). An' every scrap of blue cut out To make them daisies set Come tum'ling down upon the grass An' growed a violet. 4i WOODMYTH & FABLE h' ,4 \ 150^ THE HEAVEN-SENT SKUNK ^^j:i:The Skunk is a beast %l ^^rt^^'that hath neither strength ^_ r^~~nor speed for his safety, but ^a most devilish smell, so that !^ no creature will wittingly im- r peril himself with the Skunk, and he, knowing the same, fear- eth nothing and fleeth from none. Thus it came about that the Skunk, being on the track in the forefront of the express- engine, fled not, but trusted in his great strength, and thenceforth No. 4 was known throughout all that country. Now it so fell out that the hireling at the station received word of No. 1 4 ap- proaching, which also should be switched, and he so ordered it. And while he yet tarried, there arose a great west wind, and WOODMYTH & FABLE he sniffed with his nostrils, and said: " The tidings that came were of No. 1 4, which should be switched ; but the smell is like unto No. 4, which also cometh from the west and tarrieth not, but passeth like a whirlwind of Dakota"; and he changed again the switches, so that No. 4 passed in safety with three hundred aboard. Here endeth the tale of the Heaven-sent Skunk. Moral. See next Fable. WOODMYTH & FABLE A THE DOINGS OF A LITTLE FIB JHY, O Sequibonosa, do the Canoe-Birch and the Balsam grow not to- gether like good neigh- bors, and why does the lightning pass them by to strike the Oak and the Ash ? " " Well found, my little Sha-ka-skanda- wayo ! Now I know you have the eye of the hunter, for you have seen a truth. Listen, and I will tell you of the ancient things that made it so." Here, then, is his tale done into modem English, in case there should be some who do not speak Ojibway, Long ago a little idle Rumor was flit- ting from tree to tree in the woods of Shebandowan. He had nothing to do but to preen his wings and move his ears, ^■^. Vxp WOODMYTH & FABLE which were very long. Though idle, he was yet a busybody, which often hap- pens. He had just peeped into the nest of the Skandal-bird to see if any young were hatched; but it was empty, so he sat yawning. Just then the Star-girl came tumbling down from the sky to be the first of the Red Race. She came, not like an arrow, head first, nor like a Duck, feet first, but skating and sliding this way and back, like a big Basswood leaf, till she dropped on a mossy bank, and there she sat very still, holding her little finger where a Berry-brier had scratched it, and gazing through her black hair, back to the sky, with a sad and wistful look. When the little Rumor asked her whence she came, she made no answer, but gazed up at the sky, and a tear stood in her eye. WOODMYTH & FABLE The little Rumor was quite touched by her silent sorrow. He was easily touched, though never deeply, and he flew off to tell somebody, anybody, how deep his feelings were. He had scarcely taken wing when the Birch-tree whispered, " What news, what news, little Tittle-tattle ?" " Oh, such a sad case ! " answered the Rumor, and his long tongue shot out like a snake's. " A beautiful child of the stars has fallen down here and sits now silent, dumb with sorrow, on a bank, and her finger is bleeding frightfully." " What, all about a scratched finger? She must be seriously hurt, probably wounded elsewhere." " Yes, that 's so ; it did seem more serious than a scratched finger. I dare say she has many wounds." s WOODMYTH & FABLE " Oh, this is most interesting ! " said the Birch, as the Rumor prepared to flit. "Won't you have some refreshment? You '11 find a lot of half-ripe facts on my lower branches, and under those fallen leaves are heaps of juicy innuendos. " And as the Rumor was enjoying his favorite food, the Balsam called, "What news, what news, Batwing ? " He answered the Balsam, " Oh, such a sad case ! A beautiful maiden covered with wounds and weeping her eyes out." " Oh, dear! Has she no friends ? " But the Rumor swallowed a couple of the green facts, and flew off mumbling an innuendo. The sun was down now, and when the Rumor came back to the Star-girl she was sitting cold and miserable on the bank.; WOODMYTH & FABLE " Would that I had a red light from that star ; then should I be warm again," was all she said in answer to the Rumor, and away went the Winged One zigzag, — he never flew straight, — but the Birch- tree caught sight of him and called : " Ho, Little Long-tongue, what news .■* " Starving and freezing, she, the Star- girl, nearly frozen, crying for red star- light." " Ah, poor thing ! " said the Balsam. " I will give her two of my limbs, which will make the red starlight if she sings the wind-song and rubs them as the wind rubs. I know, for I am a Medi- cine-tree." " Little use your red starlight would be," sneered the Birch, for she was not <-n WOODMYTH & FABLE friendly with the Balsam and felt that hers was the claim of " first finder." "I '11 give her the magic fringe of my robe, which will magnify the starlight into sunlight." " Pah ! Her fringe, a mere puff of dust ! If she wants warmth, let her add a few of my cone- jewels to the red light, then she '11 see sparkling blazes. " So away went the Rumor to the Star- girl. She rubbed the Balsam sticks till a little red star came forth, then she put in the Birch fringe, and it blazed; she added the Balsam cones, and had a warm fire. " But the wind was cold on her back, and her wound was sore" — so the little Rumor told the Balsam and the Birch in WOODMYTH & FABLE the morning. The first gave her Balsam 4? for her wounds, gave her a robe wam. " Take my •^^ her a soft ^^ -^- Balsam, in " I will dishes and canoe to ride home. I will robe, so she in the woods in winter I boughs with brown wam- the Birch. And be- sam could 'TSl^i thing else to and the Birch to make a wig- boughs to make bed," said the triumph. I^give her also ^af sugar and a in, as well as a wear a white can find me in summer, and will hang my beads of pum," said fore the Bal- think of any- say the Ru- WOODMYTH & FABLE mor went zigzag through the woods to the Star-girl. But he was a little liar ; his tongue was forked and his flight was crooked. He could not tell the truth, so he said, " See what I bring you from my grandmother." ^^ . , 'j-^ ,^ ^.^ " Tell your '"^t/i^H" good grandmother, ^ \{fr^ whoever sheis,''saidthe ''V. ..'V. Star-girl, " I thank her. 'It^"'^><|£L There is little I can do .JN^ /f>^ A further, der-bird and I shall beg one that warmed but the Thun- "^ is my brother, him not to strike the me when I was ^ cold and gave me so many good ^j things." So to this 1 I' day they dispute between them- \^^ selves, the Birch and the Bal- j'J sam Fir, as to which is the / TJ, blessed tree of -1 .-4 WOODMYTH & FABLE <-(J the Star-girl ; their descendants still give the race of the Star-girl their ancient gifts: the Balsam sticks that the Indian uses to start his rubbing-stick fire, the shreds of Birch bark that make the best of tinder, the bed of Balsam boughs and the heal- ing Balsam gum, the Birch-bark wigwam and canoe. And the Thunder-bird, not knowing which to strike, lets both alone. The Pine, the Oak, and the Ash he splinters in every storm, but the Birch and the Balsam stand unharmed ; they never have been struck. How do I know these things, O Sha- ka-skanda-wayo ? Verily, I have them on authority you will scarcely deny — the same being the source of nearly all his- tory. Behold, I got them from a little idle Rumor. Moral : The Great Spirit can draw a straight line Tbith a crooked stick. <-yf' WOODMYTH & FABLE THE WENDIGO WINTER DEATH jgHROUGH the pine woods of Keewaydin, Over the snows of Shebandowan, The Wendigo roams in the winter's frost And pursues to destruction the hunter. Yet no man can meet with the Wendigo, No man can face him or see him ; Only his track in the snow is seen. And lost is the hunter that sees it. For, early or late, ere the change of the moon, His place in the wigwam is empty, And none ever knows where he goeth. Only this — that he had the weird warning. The huge human track in the deep-lying snow Leading on when the pathway was hidden ; And this — that his wigwam is empty. But no man will speak of the demon ; The heart that ne'er quailed on the war-path Turns to stone at the name of the Wendigo. WOODMYTH & FABLE \ l62 < A h THE SAVING WARMTH PARTY of Northern ex- plorers were lost and dying of cold, when they came on an Indian camp-ground that had been abandoned shortly before. These Indians had scattered the remain- ing brands of their fire. Each shivering explorer now sat down to warm himself at the particular brand he had secured, because they were of the true faith — they believed in the individual and in decen- tralization. But in spite of their shivering efforts the brands were dying and the men likely to do the same, when one man who had not been trained m any school of political economy, but was willing to stand by results, persuaded them to pile all their brands in one spot. The result was a x^l WOODMYTH & FABLE good fire and salvation for the party; though some of them continued to the end of their days to denounce that man as an idiot and the principle as dan- gerous. Moral : The Sun ivould die in a. day if scattered enough. // i64 ' WOODMYTH & FABLE ^-r^ THE MYTH OF THE SONG-SPARROW 4 IS mother was the Brook and his sisters were the Reeds, And every one applauded when he sang about his deeds. His vest was white, his mantle brown, as clear as they could be, And his songs were fairly bubbling o'er with melody and glee. ' But an envious Neighbor splashed with mud our Brownie's coat and vest. And then a final handful threw that stuck upon his breast. The Brook-bird's mother did her best to wash the stains away; But there they stuck, and, as it seems, are very like to stay. And so he wears the splashes and the mud blotch, as you see; But his songs are bubbling over still with melody and glee. ^ b o,- WOODMYTH & FABLE I'BPfiO^J^N^l WOODMYTH & FABLE THE PACK-RAT ^.•.- WAY in the mountain re- '' gion of the West is a little animal called a Pack-rat. "Pack" is Rocky Moun- tain for "canry," and this Rat obtains its name on account of its mania for carry- ing off to its hole any odd or striking object that may fall in its path. Each Pack-rat's home is in the mid- dle of a vast accumulation of useless odds and ends, such as pine-cones, white peb- bles, and bones and skulls of small ani- mals. Even crabs' claw^s from remote w^aters find their way to the pile, and cast-off snake-skins are esteemed particu- larly precious. If a hunters' camp is near by, the Pack-rat often finds opportunity ^Ll WOODMYTH & FABLE for securing specimens of leather straps, old cartridges, tobacco stamps, pipes, etc., which it steals when the men are asleep. None of the objects, of course, is of the slightest use to the animal. Simply he likes them. He goes on adding to his heap of rubbish till it is perhaps four or five feet high and eight or ten feet across. There on the top, in sunny weather, sits the diminutive collector, — not so large as a House-rat, — gloating over his posses- sions. He turns them over so that the sun will strike them better, and enjoys them, but worries his little life out night and day lest some other Rat should steal from his pile. The larger the pile, the more pleasure and the more worry he finds in it, for it lets all the world of enemies know just WOODMYTH & FABLE where he Hves, and often draws on him the vengeance of hunters whose valuables he has pilfered. Also, the country he lives in is subject to both fire and flood, and on the ap- proach of either destructive element the poor Pack-rat is in a terrible state. He wishes to move his treasures, and tries to secure the help of his neighbors; all, however, are busily engaged with their bibelots. He rushes frantically about, endeavoring to take to some place of safety his rarest acquisitions — that door- knob which he was three long nights in carrying from the ranch-house, that piece of green soap, or that set of false teeth stolen from the passing picnic party; then he is horrified at the idea of leaving these valuables while he returns for more. Fi- nally he becomes so bewildered by terror '^ WOODMYTH & FABLE for himself and anxiety for his museum that he carries back the treasures which he has removed, and, accidentally, per- haps, perishes with them, while the com- mon, sordid Rats of the neighborhood, with no property but the fur on their backs, and with no ideas beyond the get- ting of a living, escape without difficulty to a place of safety. Moral: Enough is ivealth, more is disease. N-1 1 170-? WOOD MYTH & FABLE '--p-^ THE HUNTERS CT'hE White Ckvl sits on a loiu snoiv-drift, J_ Aivay from the Hunter's hounds. And longs and -rvaits for the latch to lift When the Trapper shall go his rounds. O'er the rolling prairie see him run, As he reads on the snow-page fair: Here is the neat, straight trail of the Fox; Here are the bounds of the Hare; Here 's where the Fox found the Hare track fresh, And see! was pursuing him there! Just think of the meeting those trailers will have When one track replaces the pair! ^^» Y-K WOODMYTH & FABLE Now here are the chains of the Grouse's trail; They turn and they wind about ; And the Hunter crawls till the flock is sprung And whirs from a snow-drift out, Save two, which fall at the roar of the gun And redden the dazzling snow. [Stitl keeps the Chut his distance safe, But fottonvs, noiu fast, noiv stoTv.) Hi ?:?;, K- * ■.A" ■--■;■ V-, 1^.../—- f--- •Ir ^•f^^.^/T ->-■:>. ~A, And here was the place of a poisoned bait, *>j'''>i """^ '--^i!. -*^ -'; Where naught but its print now lies, -n "'^\*» For a Wolf has traced it up the wind "1' And swallowed the tempting prize. Here t was griping his vitals and choking his breath — That wolfskin is taken at last! See! but a few steps, then he staggered and fell. And writhed as his life went fast. 4; f ./I i WOODMYTH & FABLE ^—J There he arose and he struggled anew, And staggered again? — but no! The strength that is born of his wild, free life Has conquered this deadly foe; And the steps of the Wolf grow steady and strong Till he 's spurning the prairie again. {.Still the White Choi, following far behind, Winnoivs loiv o'er the distant plain.) Now this is the place of another bait. With Fox tracks here and there: Both bait and Fox are gone, and the tracks The power of the poison declare. Still he follows and scans as he onward runs; But see! by the bushes ahead There 's a yellow fur — 't is the Fox himself: In the snow he lies stark and dead! {From a neighboring tree, the Chul's great eyes Take in the scene beloiv; And he bides till the carrion furles's lies. And ivaits till the Hunter takes up his prize And takes up his gun to go. This is the chance that the Qzvl foresaiu When he followed afar on the sno'cv.) THE GREAT STAG < y WOODMYTH & FABLE THE GREAT STAG' I E all know him well ; his existence is established now as surely as that of the sea-serpent or the big fish that got off the hook — even better, for many of us have seen him in broad daylight and had a fair open view of his noble form. And what a creature he is, what a paragon of size and develop- ment! One observer, who had an ex- ceptionally good look at him, counted twenty-seven tines on each antler. And such antlers ! absolutely symmetrical and perfect, in every way befitting his im- mense stature and noble beauty. I am sure it cannot be that he shed them above once in twenty years, if at all. Another equally reliable historian asserts ^ Copyrisht, 1 89 1 , by Forest and Stream Publishing Company. WOODMYTH & FABLE '^!^ ' that this woodland Kraken has three antlers, the third a spike in the center. So far all is abundantly attested, but I must say that I place but little faith in that story of a chaplet of pearls about his brow; it is simply the knotted bead-like antler-burrs, white and pol- ished, and glistening perhaps with the morning dew; while the crucifix in the middle, that has been reported, is noth- ing more than the spike-hom above referred to. I expect to learn some day that he casts no shadow, for this I certainly know, that oftentimes he leaves no track behind him in the snow. His speed, too, is mar- velous; it is as the wind. He seems — nay, he actually is — ubiquitous. Why! I first met him in the woods of Ontario; then, shortly afterward, I encountered his scornful gaze amid the sand-hills of r^ 177 } WOODMYTH & FABLE Manitoba. I have heard for certain of his having been seen in the cane-brakes of Kentucky and amid the valleys of Cali- fornia. Even in England he was well known till quite lately, and bore the name of "The White Hart Royal," and in Scotland he is still famous as "The Muckle Hart of Ben More." Nay, more than all this, St. Hubert himself was blessed with a sight of the tri-cerate head, in the forests of Germany, and he, in fact, is responsible for that story of the central crucifix. The great Miinchhausen, too, has much to say about this noblest of deer, "and what need have we of further witness? But it matters little where he dwells ; no human hand has ever touched his glossy coat. He seems endowed with a charmed life ; no bullet cast of lead can ever reach him. Of course a ball of sil- (i78 4 WOODMYTH & FABLE -^-r^ ver might; I have never tried that, and I do not remember that any Croesus ever went about riddling innumerable bushes with costly projectiles in hopes of secur- ing the Great Stag. I doubt, too, that he would have succeeded; indeed, I feel sure that no hunter armed with such in- fallible missiles will ever meet with St. Hubert's Hart. He is too sagacious to allow it, or, if he did, he would not long remain in sight ; he would simply show himself and snort and stamp — I know it, for I have watched him — then fade away, like the Cat in Wonderland, the scomful gaze being the last thing to van- ish into thin air. He leaves a good track for a little while, but this, too, fades away completely. Once I followed it for miles, but it disappeared at last in a thickly grown bottom-land, and no doubt the phantom buck himself had vanished S ^79/ \^r^ WOODMYTH & FABLE at the selfsame place. An Indian who was hunting with me thought otherwise, and persisted in circling off in another di- rection, so that we parted; but he was a fool, and when after two or three hours he came again to camp, bringing with him an ordinary buck, I could not but smile to see how completely he had been baffled. It has never been decided even of what species he is; some testimony points one way and some in another. For my own part, I do not believe that he is a species at all, but a genus — genus Cervas; nothing more. One recent writer, how- ever, claims that this was an elk, and was known for long in Pennsylvania as "The Lone Elk of the Sinnamahoning," in which valley he was killed in 1 867. But that, of course, is all nonsense. No, no! I know too much about him to be- lieve any such tale. You cannot wreck WOODMYTH & FABLE S^ the Flying Dutchman; he still will sail under great billowy clouds of canvas, till the last trump blows and the Kraken lashes all the sea to foam, and, belly up- ward, floats to show the end has come. No, no ! Still he roams and bounds from hill to hill, as I have seen and yet may see again — yea, even now do see in fancy's eye along my glistening rifle-bar- rel. Again I see that glorious head against the sky, as often I did — more often in early days than now, for he appears most often to the tyro in the woods — see him give one great bound when cracks the ready rifle, and know from the miraculous way in which the unerring ball was tumed aside that this was indeed the Mighty Stag again, the Spirit of the Race, and that no bullet cast of lead can ever graze his hide — and again he fades away. or" WOODMYTH & FABLE Long may he roam and spurn the hill- tops with his flying feet and dash the dew- drops hrom the highest pine-tops as he clears the valley at a bound ; long may he live and tempt a hail of harmless lead. But the rattle of repeaters is heard in every valley now ; the wise are more and more often propounding that unfathom- able riddle, " Where have all the Deer gone?" and when at length the last re- mainder of the common race is slain, I know too well that this, the immortal, too will die; that though he never can be touched by death, he yet will perish — perish like the last surviving Cambrian bard, not by the hand of man, but by a strange engulfment so complete that not a trace of him will e'er be seen again and but a fading memory of his ever having been.