"He was very unhappy. He could not eat. He lay in his wigwam, fasting and praying for some good to come to his people. "One evening as he lay watching the setting sun he saw a youth coming toward him. His dress was green and yellow, and over his yellow hair he wore a bright green plume. "'The Master of Life has sent me,' said the youth. 'I am Mondamin. It is only by hard labor Hiawatha, that you can gain the answer to your prayer. Rise now, and wrestle with me.' "Hiawatha was weak from fasting, but he did as Mondamin commanded. Until the sun had set they wrestled together. Then Mondamin went away as silently as he had come. "A second time he came, and a third. Then he said: "'You have fought bravely, Hiawatha. I shall come once more. You will conquer me. Then you must take off my dress of green and yellow and my nodding plumes. Make a bed in the soft warm earth for me to lie in. Let nothing come to disturb me as I slumber. Only let the sunshine and the rain fall upon me. You must watch beside me, Hiawatha, until my sleep is over.' "Then he was gone. "When they wrestled the next night it was as Mondamin had said. He was conquered. Then, day after day, Hiawatha came and watched, "'Till at length a small green feather From the earth shot slowly upward.'" "There it is," whispered Susie. "Sh!" said Donald. "Then another and another," continued Uncle Robert, "and before long the corn was waving its long, green foliage in the sunshine. "'It is Mondamin!' cried Hiawatha,'the friend of man, Mondamin!'" "What a lovely story!" cried Susie as Uncle Robert finished. "I wish Frank could have heard it." "We'll find it in your mother's book of Longfellow's poems and let Frank read it," said Uncle Robert. "Let's tell him about the seeds first," said Donald. "He'll like it better then." [Illustration: A stalk of corn.] CHAPTER VI. SUNLIGHT AND SHADOW. It was a busy time on the farm. Only when the day's work was over and they were gathered in the sitting-room was there time for the long talks with Uncle Robert that they all enjoyed so much. "It's wonderful," said Mr. Leonard one evening, looking up from his paper, "how fast the corn is growing. Even the late planting is coming on." "That's because the weather is so warm," said Donald. "I wonder what makes it warm?" said Uncle Robert. "Why, Uncle Robert," exclaimed Susie, "it's spring! That's what makes it warm." "But what makes it spring, little girl?" asked Uncle Robert. "Why, it is always spring in May," said Susie. "I know of a country where it is spring in September," replied Uncle Robert. "How can it be?" asked Susie. "I thought springtime always came in May." "What makes us know that it is spring?" asked Uncle Robert. "Oh, it gets warmer all the time. The birds come, things begin to grow, and the flowers bloom." "But what makes all this happen just now?"