File:Bird legend and life (1908) (14568726309).jpg

Identifier: birdlegendlife00walk (find matches)
Title: Bird legend and life
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Walker, Margaret Coulson
Subjects: Birds
Publisher: New York, The Baker & Taylor Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
r come to me. Let me give up this cruel fasting and return with you to our wigwam. But the father, whose Indian pride prevented his yielding to the beseechings of his child, would talk only of the glad time when the fast would be ended, and told of the days of his own fasting with their glorious ending. Each day with cheering words the chief returned, only to find the youth growing weaker. On the tenth morning he did not rise to greet the father as he had done before. His weakened limbs would no longer support him. Spare me, O my father, and take me home, he whispered; no dreams will come. I am so weak that surely death will take me before the great Manitou comes. Give me food that I may break this dreadful fast. But the unyielding chief replied: If you wait with brave and patient heart, my son, soon you shall be a great hunter, never knowing lack of food; you shall be a great warrior, wise as the fox and strong as the bear; and many scalps you shall wear at your belt. Better that you should 148
Text Appearing After Image:
Photograph by Francis Hobart Herrick ROBIN FEEDING YOUNG Their days were spent in diligently providing for the family whose days were a continual repast. GENESIS OF THE ROBIN die of hunger than that boy and squaw should cry: * Shame upon your fathers son! Be brave! On the eleventh day the youth had grown so faint with fasting that his voice could no longer be heard. Still the father said: Be brave! And again the dying footsteps and the silence and the hunger! While yet the dew glistened on the hemlock boughs, on the following morning the chief hastened to the trial lodge, bearing thick-boiled sap and meat of moose to revive the famished youth. But to his Rise and eat, my son. Come, the great feast is spread, no answer came. Only an echo was heard. As he stopped to listen, a bird, such as he had never seen, on a bough nearby, called to him. Thinking some evil spirit had lured the boy away and had returned in bird form to mock at him, the father raised his bow to shoot. Do not shoot, sang the bird, as if w

Note About Images