[Illustration: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” ASKED THE BRIDEGROOM] THE LOST GIANT AND OTHER AMERICAN INDIAN TALES RETOLD STORIES AND PICTURES by Violet Moore Higgins Author of “The Endless Story”, “The Little Juggler”, etc. [Illustration] WHITMAN PUBLISHING CO. RACINE, WISCONSIN COPYRIGHTED, 1918 BY WHITMAN PUBLISHING CO. CONTENTS THE LOST GIANT 11 THE FEATHERED BRIDEGROOM 27 MANDOWMIN OF THE MAIZE 41 AWAHNEE AND THE GIANT 57 ILLUSTRATIONS “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” ASKED THE BRIDEGROOM (_frontispiece in color_) DECORATIVE TITLE PAGE 1 HE SWUNG THE CHILD ALOFT ON HIS SHOULDER 13 THEY CAME FLYING OUT OF THE BAG (_color_) 16 THE FAMILY SAT BEFORE ITS TENT 28 SHE BADE HIM WELCOME TO HER LODGE (_color_) 32 AS TALL AS A MAN IT STOOD 42 THE NEXT DAY THE YOUNG BRAVE APPEARED (_color_) 49 HE CARRIED WATER IN A GOURD 55 To My Beloved Father who was always ready with an answer to those questions of childhood: “Did you ever see a ‘really-truly’ Indian?” and “Will you tell me about when you were a little boy?” V.M.H. INTRODUCTION Among the Indians who used to roam over our Western prairies in such vast numbers, story telling was of the greatest importance. From the opening of spring, through the summer, and far into the fall, the men and older boys of the tribe were out each day hunting the deer in the hills and the buffalo on the plains or spearing fish in the streams. The women and girls meantime were occupied with their household duties about the tepees. But at last came the long winter months when game was scarce, and the old trails were covered with a blanket of snow. Then the Indians would retreat to the snug wigwams, and there await the coming of spring again. They had no books to read or newspapers and magazines with which to while away those long winter days, and life would have been dull indeed had it not been for their ability to tell stories to each other. They never lacked material out of which to build those tales. Each bird and beast, each herb and flower; in fact, every living thing that ran, or crawled, or flew about their native forests was known to the Indians. They studied the habits of the wild creatures to an extent that we might well follow. Then there were other forces that entered into their lives and stories. In the flash of lightning from a dark cloud, in the roll of thunder, in the rush of wind, or in the roar of waters tumbling over a cliff into the river below, they heard the voice of the Great Spirit, unseen but powerful.