“At length one chanced to find a nut, In the end of which a hole was cut, Which lay upon a hazel-root, There scattered by a Squirrel, Which out the kernel gotten had; When quoth this fay, ‘Dear queen, be glad, Let Oberon be ne’er so mad, I’ll set you safe from peril. “‘Come all into this nut,’ quoth she, ‘Come closely in, be ruled by me, Each one may here a chooser be, For room ye need not wrestle, Nor need ye be together heapt,’ So one by one therein they crept, And lying down they soundly slept As safe as in a Castle!” A PIGMY LEGEND. The memory of every son and daughter of the Saxons will furnish abundance of fairy tales to correspond with the most incredible of those related around Indian firesides. I heard, not long since, a little girl reading “Household Stories,” translated from the German, and on reading her an Indian legend, she exclaimed, “Why, they are like my stories,” and I was myself struck with the resemblance. The stories of “Little Red Ridinghood,” “The Frog Prince,” “The Three Little Men in the Wood,” and a thousand others, have been the delight of Christian children for centuries, and nothing a heathen can relate is more ridiculous than “Mother Goose’s Melodies.” Yet they are a part of our national literature. No man, however wise, would consider himself educated who could not say— “There was an old woman, and she, and she, And out of her elbow grew an apple tree.” “Old mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, &c.” “The Midsummer Night’s Dream” of Shakspeare, or Spenser’s “Fairy Queen,” have not been the less admired because they were utterly improbable. I cannot relate any thing so beautiful in the way of Indian fairy stories, but those which I relate, and hundreds which have never been related, are exceedingly beautiful in their own metaphorical language; and I almost falter in attempting to convey any idea of their imaginative creations, in English. The following are faint transcripts of the original: LEGEND OF THE JO-GO-O, OR PIGMIES DESTROYING THE MONSTER BUFFALOES. The Pigmies were little folk, who lived far away to the north among the clefts of the rocks. Ote-ho-we-geh, “The cold regions,” designated the place of their abode, because it was so cold they could not grow. So they were not more than two feet in height, but they were very powerful, and ever on the alert doing good. Especially were they the friends of the red man, and knew if dangers threatened him in any part of the country. The Do-ge-ya-go-wa, or Great Buffaloes, had their dwellings in the earth, and went from place to place in subterranean walks.