The birds fluttered so with joy, he thought he would paint the bodies first. Before he could brush the wings and tails with the sun paint, each little bird had darted away, like a streak of sunshine. So happy and light of heart were the birds, that they could not wait for the fox to finish the painting.
This is why goldfinches are yellow like the sun. It is why they have black wings and tails, why they flutter so with joy, and why they never finish their song.
WHAT THE ASH AND THE MAPLE LEARNED
Long ago, birds, trees, animals, and men knew each the language of the other, and all could talk together.
In those days, the trees of the forest grew very large and strong. At last they came to know their strength too well. They became selfish, and proud, and quarrelsome. Each tree boasted that he was the greatest and strongest. Each one struggled to gain for himself the most earth, the best air, the brightest sun. No tree had a thought for the other.
One day the trunk of a great Maple tried to crowd out an Ash. The Ash, of course, thought he had as much right to stand there as the Maple, and he said he would not stir a limb.
"Get out of my way," cried the Maple. "I am greater than you, and of more use to man; for I furnish the sweet water for him to drink."
"Indeed, I will not!" said the Ash. "I am greater than you, and of more use to man than you; for I furnish the tough wood from which he makes his bow."
At this the trees fell to wrestling. Back and forth, in and out they swayed, each trying to throw the other. They forgot that they were brothers in the wood.
Then the South Wind came along. He heard the loud voices and stopped to find out what the quarrel was about.
"I am greater than you, for I furnish the sweet water for man to drink,"
came the angry voice of the Maple, as he threw his huge trunk against the Ash.
"No, you are not," retorted the Ash, and he sent the Maple back with a great push of his strong elbow. "I am greater than you, for I furnish the tough wood from which he makes his bow."
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For a time, the South Wind watched them writhe and twist and try to throw each other to the ground. Then he said, softly, "You, O Maple, do not cause the sweet water to flow for man; nor do you, O Ash, make your wood to grow pliant and tough for his bow."
"Who does, then?" they asked defiantly.
"Listen," said the South Wind, "and you shall hear."
Then the Maple and Ash forgot their quarrel. They bent their heads so low and close to listen, that an arm of the Maple slipped through an arm of the Ash.
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And as they stood thus listening, each with an arm locked in an arm of the other, the South Wind gently swayed them to and fro. Then a voice was heard, singing, "_San noh-eh! San noh-eh! San noh-eh!_" which means, "The Mother of all things."
Thus it was that the Ash and the Maple learned that it was Mother Earth who gave them their life, and power, and strength, and that they were brothers, because they had one Mother.
The Ash and the Maple whispered the secret to the birds. The birds came and listened to the voice, and went and told the animals. The animals came and listened, and went and told men. And thus all the earth children learned that there is one Great Mother of every living thing, and that all are brothers.
And now, whenever two trees lock arms lovingly, and the South Wind sways them gently to and fro, that same voice may be heard, singing, "_San noh-eh! San noh-eh! San noh-eh!_"
HOW THE WOMAN OVERCAME THE BEAR
An Indian woman built a wigwam in the deep wood. She was a brave woman.
She had no fear.
One night, she heard something coming along the trail. Thump, thump, thump, it came, to the very door of her wigwam.
There was a rap.
"Come in," said the woman, but no one entered.
Again there came a rap.
Again the woman called, "Come in." Again the latch was not lifted.
A third time the rap came. A third time the woman called, "Come in," but no one entered.
Then the strange thump, thump, thump, was heard going down the trail.
The next night, the same thing occurred. Soon after dark, the woman heard the thump, thump, thump, coming along the trail. Up to the very door of the wigwam it came.
Three times, a rap, rap, rap, was heard as before. Three times the woman answered, "Come in," but no one entered.
Then the same strange thump, thump, thump, was heard going down the trail again.
The third night, the woman thought she would make sure who was calling.
She stood for a long time, with her hand on the latch.
At last she heard the visitor coming. Thump, thump, thump, it came along the trail. There were three raps.
"Come in," called the woman, but the latch did not move in her hand. She waited. Again came the raps.
This time she threw wide open the door, and there stood a great black bear. He showed his sharp teeth and growled, "Are you at home?"
The woman looked him straight in the eye and replied, "I am at home."
At once the bear turned on his heel and went down the trail, as fast as he could go.
Never again did the woman hear that strange thump, thump, thump; and never again did the bear call to see if she were at home.
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