The Indian Fairy Book

The Indian Fairy Book, by
Cornelius Mathews

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Title: The Indian Fairy Book From the Original Legends
Author: Cornelius Mathews
Illustrator: John McLenan
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THE

INDIAN FAIRY BOOK.
FROM THE ORIGINAL LEGENDS.
BY
CORNELIUS MATHEWS.
With Illustrations by John McLenan.
ENGRAVED BY A. V. S. ANTHONY.
NEW-YORK: PUBLISHED BY ALLEN BROTHERS. 1869.
Entered, according to act of Congress, in the year 1868, BY
CORNELIUS MATHEWS, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court
for the Southern District of New-York.
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[Illustration: THE CELESTIAL SISTERS. Page 11.]

PREFACE.
The following stories have been, time out of mind, in their original
form, recited around the lodge-fires and under the trees, by the Indian
story-tellers, for the entertainment of the red children of the West. They
were originally interpreted from the old tales and legends by the late
Henry R. Schoolcraft, and are now re-interpreted and developed by the
Editor, so as to enable them, as far as worthy, to take a place with the
popular versions of the Arabian Nights' Entertainments, Cinderella,
Little Red Riding Hood, and other world-renowned tales of Europe and
the East, to which, in their original conception, they bear a resemblance
in romantic interest and quaint extravagance of fancy. The Editor hopes
that these beautiful and sprightly legends of the West, if not marred in
the handling, will repay, in part at least, the glorious debt which we
have incurred to the Eastern World for her magical gifts of the same

kind. October, 1868.

CONTENTS. PAGE
I.--THE CELESTIAL SISTERS 7
II.--THE BOY WHO SET A SNARE FOR THE SUN 16
III.--STRONG DESIRE AND THE RED SORCERER 22
IV.--THE WONDERFUL EXPLOITS OF GRASSHOPPER 34
V.--THE TWO JEEBI 68
VI.--OSSEO, THE SON OF THE EVENING STAR 74
VII.--GRAY EAGLE AND HIS FIVE BROTHERS 83
VIII.--THE TOAD-WOMAN 90
IX.--THE ORIGIN OF THE ROBIN 98
X.--WHITE FEATHER AND THE SIX GIANTS 102
XI.--SHEEM, THE FORSAKEN BOY 115
XII.--THE MAGIC BUNDLE 135
XIII.--THE RED SWAN 138
XIV.--THE MAN WITH HIS LEG TIED UP 170
XV.--THE LITTLE SPIRIT OR BOY-MAN 179
XVI.--THE ENCHANTED MOCCASINS 190
XVII.--HE OF THE LITTLE SHELL 207

XVIII.--MANABOZHO, THE MISCHIEF-MAKER 215
XIX.--LEELINAU, THE LOST DAUGHTER 252
XX.--THE WINTER SPIRIT AND HIS VISITOR 261
XXI.--THE FIRE-PLUME 264
XXII.--WEENDIGOES AND THE BONE-DWARF 288
XXIII.--THE BIRD LOVER 299
XXIV.--BOKWEWA THE HUMPBACK 315
XXV.--THE CRANE THAT CROSSED THE RIVER 324
XXVI.--WUNZH, THE FATHER OF INDIAN CORN 330

ILLUSTRATIONS.
FRONTISPIECE.--THE CELESTIAL SISTERS 11
THE BEAR SERVANTS 59
THE MAN WITH HIS LEG TIED UP 176
THE MORNING STAR AND HER BROTHER 212

I.
THE CELESTIAL SISTERS.
Waupee, or the White Hawk, lived in a remote part of the forest, where
animals abounded. Every day he returned from the chase with a large
spoil, for he was one of the most skillful and lucky hunters of his tribe.
His form was like the cedar; the fire of youth beamed from his eye;

there was no forest too gloomy for him to penetrate, and no track made
by bird or beast of any kind which he could not readily follow.
One day he had gone beyond any point which he had ever before
visited. He traveled through an open wood, which enabled him to see a
great distance. At length he beheld a light breaking through the foliage
of the distant trees, which made him sure that he was on the borders of
a prairie. It was a wide plain, covered with long blue grass, and
enameled with flowers of a thousand lovely tints.
After walking for some time without a path, musing upon the open
country, and enjoying the fragrant breeze, he suddenly came to a ring
worn among the grass and the flowers, as if it had been made by
footsteps moving lightly round and round. But it was strange--so
strange as to cause the White Hawk to pause and gaze long and fixedly
upon the ground--there was no path which led to this flowery circle.
There was not even a crushed leaf nor a broken twig, nor the least trace
of a footstep, approaching or retiring, to be found. He thought he would
hide himself and lie in wait to discover, if he could, what this strange
circle meant.
Presently he heard the faint sounds of