Good Stories for Great Holidays: Arranged for Story-Telling and Reading Aloud and for the Children's Own ReadingOlcott, Frances Jenkins
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Good Stories for Great Holidays: Arranged for Story-Telling and Reading Aloud and for the Children's Own Reading
Olcott, Frances Jenkins
Children's literature; Holidays; Short stories; Storytelling
In the morning Wunzh's father came to him with food. “My son,” he said,
“you have fasted long. It is seven days since you have tasted food, and
you must not sacrifice your life. The Master of Life does not require
that.”
“My father,” replied the boy, “wait until the sun goes down to-morrow.
For a certain reason I wish to fast until that hour.”
“Very well,” said the old man, “I shall wait until the time arrives when
you feel inclined to eat.” And he went away.
The next day, at the usual hour, the sky stranger came again. And,
though Wunzh had fasted seven days, he felt a new power arise within
him. He grasped the stranger with superhuman strength, and threw him
down. He took from him his beautiful garments, and, finding him dead,
buried him in the softened earth, and did all else as he had been
directed.
He then returned to his father's lodge, and partook sparingly of food.
There he abode for some time. But he never forgot the grave of his
friend. Daily he visited it, and pulled up the weeds and grass, and kept
the earth soft and moist. Very soon, to his great wonder, he saw the
tops of green plumes coming through the ground.
Weeks passed by, the summer was drawing to a close. One day Wunzh asked
his father to follow him. He led him to a distant meadow. There, in
the place where the stranger had been buried, stood a tall and graceful
plant, with bright-colored, silken hair, and crowned by nodding green
plumes. Its stalk was covered with waving leaves, and there grew from
its sides clusters of milk-filled ears of corn, golden and sweet, each
ear closely wrapped in its green husks.
“It is my friend!” shouted the boy joyously; “it is Mondawmin, the
Indian Corn! We need no longer depend on hunting, so long as this gift
is planted and cared for. The Great Spirit has heard my voice and has
sent us this food.”
Then the whole family feasted on the ears of corn and thanked the Great
Spirit who gave it. So Indian Corn came into the world.
THE NUTCRACKER DWARF
BY COUNT FRANZ POCCI (TRANSLATED)
Two boys gathered some hazelnuts in the woods. They sat down under a
tree and tried to eat them, but they did not have their knives, and
could not bite open the nuts with their teeth.
“Oh,” they complained, “if only some one would come and open the nuts
for us!”
Hardly had they said this when a little man came through the woods. And
such a strange little man! He had a great, great head, and from the back
of it a slender pigtail hung down to his heels. He wore a golden cap, a
red coat and yellow stockings.
As he came near he sang:--
“Hight! hight! Bite! bite!
Hans hight I! Nuts bite I!
I chase the squirrels through the trees,
I gather nuts just as I please,
I place them 'twixt my jaws so strong,
And crack and eat them all day long!”
The boys almost died of laughter when they saw this funny little man,
who they knew was a Wood Dwarf.
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