Indian Stories Retold From St. Nicholas

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Various. Indian Stories Retold From St. Nicholas

PUBLISHER'S NOTE

INDIAN LULLABY

INDIAN STORIES. ONATOGA'S SACRIFICE

WAUKEWA'S EAGLE

A FOURTH OF JULY AMONG THE INDIANS

A BOY'S VISIT TO CHIEF JOSEPH

LITTLE MOCCASIN'S RIDE ON THE THUNDER-HORSE

THE LITTLE FIRST MAN AND THE LITTLE FIRST WOMAN

FUN AMONG THE RED BOYS

THE CHILDREN OF ZUÑI

THE INDIAN GIRL AND HER MESSENGER-BIRD

HOW THE STONE-AGE CHILDREN PLAYED

GAMES AND SPORTS OF THE INDIAN BOY

AN OLD-TIME THANKSGIVING

SOME INDIAN DOLLS

THE WALKING PURCHASE

THE FIRST AMERICANS

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ONCE, in the long ago, before the white man had heard of the continent on which we live, red men, who were brave and knew not what fear was in battle, trembled at the mention of a great man-eating bird that had lived before the time told of in the traditions known of their oldest chiefs.

This bird, which, according to the Indian legends, ate men, was known as the Piasau.

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Great were the rejoicings that followed and rich were the feasts that were held in honor of Onatoga. The Illini resolved that the story of the great deliverance and of the courageous love of Onatoga should not die, though they themselves should pass away. The cunning carvers of the tribe cut deep into the living rock of the bluff the terrible form of the Piasau. And, in later years, when young children asked the meaning of this great figure, so unlike any of the birds that they knew upon their rivers and their prairies, then the fathers would tell them the story of the Piasau, and how the Great Spirit had found, in Onatoga, a warrior who loved his fellow-men better than he loved his own life.

With a glad cry the Indian boy stood up in his canoe, and the eagle hovered lower. Now the canoe tossed up on that great swelling wave that climbs to the cataract's edge, and the boy lifted his hands and caught the legs of the eagle. The next moment he looked down into the awful gulf of waters from its very verge. The canoe was snatched from beneath him and plunged down the black wall of the cataract; but he and the struggling eagle were floating outward and downward through the cloud of mist. The cataract roared terribly, like a wild beast robbed of its prey. The spray beat and blinded, the air rushed upward as they fell. But the eagle struggled on with his burden. He fought his way out of the mist and the flying spray. His great wings threshed the air with a whistling sound. Down, down they sank, the boy and the eagle, but ever farther from the precipice of water and the boiling whirlpool below. At length, with a fluttering plunge, the eagle dropped on a sand-bar below the whirlpool, and he and the Indian boy lay there a minute, breathless and exhausted. Then the eagle slowly lifted himself, took the air under his free wings, and soared away, while the Indian boy knelt on the sand, with shining eyes following the great bird till he faded into the gray of the cliffs.

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