The Myths of the North American IndiansSpence, Lewis
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The Myths of the North American Indians
Spence, Lewis
Indian mythology -- North America; Indians of North America -- Folklore
When the elder had set off next morning, the boy,
filled with curiosity, opened the trap-door and
discovered the kettle. "I wonder what he eats," he said,
and there within the vessel was half a chestnut! He
was rather surprised at this discovery, but he thought
to himself how pleased his brother would be if on his
return he found a meal to his taste awaiting him.
When evening drew near he put the kettle on the
fire, took a whip, and, hitting it repeatedly, exclaimed:
"Grow larger, my kettle!"
[Illustration: "'Grow larger, my kettle!'"]
The kettle grew larger, but to the boy's alarm it
kept on growing until it filled the room, and he was
obliged to get on the roof and stir it through the
chimney.
"What are you doing up there?" shouted the hunter,
when he came within hail.
"I took your kettle to get your supper ready,"
answered the boy.
"Alas!" cried the other, "now I must die!"
He quickly reduced the kettle to its original proportions
and put it in its place. But he still wore such
a sad and serious air that his brother was filled with
dismay, and prayed that he might be permitted to
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undo the mischief he had wrought. When the days
went past and he found that his brother no longer
went out to hunt or displayed any interest in life, but
grew gradually thinner and more melancholy, his distress
knew no bounds.
"Let me fetch you some chestnuts," he begged
earnestly. "Tell me where they may be found."
The White Heron
"You must travel a full day's journey," said the hunter
in response to his entreaties. "You will then reach
a river which is most difficult to ford. On the opposite
bank there stands a lodge, and near by a chestnut-tree.
Even then your difficulties will only be begun.
The tree is guarded by a white heron, which never
loses sight of it for a moment. He is employed for
that purpose by the six women who live in the lodge,
and with their war-clubs they slay any one who has the
temerity to approach. I beg of you, do not think of
going on such a hopeless errand."
But the boy felt that were the chance of success even
more slender he must make the attempt for the sake of
his brother, whom his thoughtlessness had brought low.
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