Treasury of American Indian TalesRessler, Theodore Whitson
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Treasury of American Indian Tales
Ressler, Theodore Whitson
Indians of North America -- Folklore; Indians of North America -- Juvenile literature
“Do not worry about your father for you will be gone only a short while
and we shall return you to this point on the shore. I have something I
want to show you.”
So Little Fire Cloud feeling a warmth toward this great warrior stepped
in and seated himself in the middle of the canoe. Then the great warrior
stepped in and pushed away from shore. The warrior in the stern turned
the canoe toward the middle of the lake and began to paddle steadily,
his blade cutting the water neatly and hardly making a ripple.
The canoe glided softly and smoothly across the water. Up ahead a mist
had settled upon the water, and soon the canoe had entered this mist and
was gliding softly through the water with nothing on any side but the
cloudy white mist. All that Little Fire Cloud could see was water right
next to the canoe.
Little Fire Cloud called to the warrior.
“Where are you taking me, O great warrior of the lake?”
“You shall see, little brave,” said the great warrior without turning in
the canoe.
Soon the mist lifted, and there surrounding the canoe was a beautiful
pool of water with many streams running off in different directions.
The Indian who was paddling guided the canoe into one of these streams,
and as the canoe moved forward the warrior pointed toward the shore.
There along the shore, Little Fire Cloud could see many beaver working
diligently at gathering material for their homes. As the canoe continued
along the stream, Little Fire Cloud saw many beautiful flowers and
plants, and occasionally a deer could be seen drinking at the water’s
edge. Little Fire Cloud was quick to notice that the animals seemed to
pay no attention to the canoe when it sailed past where they stood
except to lift their heads and look at this craft as it moved smoothly
along the stream under the expert hands of the brave in the stern.
Little Fire Cloud noticed that there were no weapons in the canoe.
Soon they had reached a fork in the stream, and again the canoe was
guided into one of the openings and the trip continued. Many more wild
flowers and animals were observed by Little Fire Cloud until suddenly
they were in the mist once again and all the beauty was behind them as
they moved swiftly through the mist.
When they broke from the cloud, Little Fire Cloud could see the shore of
the lake once again and he realized that they must have traveled in a
circle. Soon the canoe scraped the shore and the warrior stepped out and
assisted Little Fire Cloud. When the boy was safely ashore the warrior
said, “Did you enjoy your trip?”
“Oh, yes,” answered Little Fire Cloud. “Everything was so beautiful.
Thank you very much for the nice ride and for showing me all the
beautiful things of nature.”
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