The Lost Giant, and Other American Indian Tales RetoldHiggins, Violet Moore
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The Lost Giant, and Other American Indian Tales Retold
Higgins, Violet Moore
Indians of North America -- Folklore -- Juvenile literature
As he talked, a strange thing happened to the giant. His head nodded,
his voice grew weak, he shook all over, and tears began to run from his
eyes, for little by little A-wah-nee had been drawing the folds of his
blanket away from the little Queen of Summer, and she had been watching
the old man with bright black eyes. At last she stepped out boldly on
A-wah-nee’s knee, and smiled at Winter. Under that smile he grew weaker
and weaker until at last he fell to the floor of the wigwam, and melted
away until nothing was left of him but a pool of water from which came
a hoarse, moaning cry.
A-wah-nee and the little Queen turned away from him and stepped out
doors. A great change had come over the scene. The snow had gone, the
grass was fresh and green, the ice had melted away, and the brooks
were trying to sing even louder than the happy birds. Everything was
as beautiful as the southland itself, even more so, for there was a
cool, sweet fragrance in the air that had come from the pure snow as it
melted.
Soon A-wah-nee and the little Queen found themselves surrounded by
the men of the southland, and they were rejoiced to see their beloved
ruler once more, safe and unharmed. When A-wah-nee told them why he had
borrowed their little Queen, they were quite ready to forgive him.
Indeed, they found the northland so beautiful they longed to make it
their home, but A-wah-nee warned them that the Summer Queen’s power
could last but six months. At the end of that time the old giant
Winter would rise from the pool of water, resume his former shape, and
with his breath freeze all the country, over which he ruled.
So from that time on, the men of the southland came each year to the
frozen realm of the old giant Winter, bringing their little Queen of
Summer, and with her approach the old man was forced to take a six
months’ nap. And so it has been even to this day. While the giant
sleeps, the world is bright and sunshiny; the flowers and the birds
sing; but when he awakens, he freezes the rivers and covers the earth
with a blanket of snow.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_.
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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