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Title: Rainbow stories and Indian myths
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Caldwell, George W. (George Walter), 1866-
Subjects: Indians of North America
Publisher: San Francisco, Cal., Phillips & Van Orden Co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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BOW STORKSINDWn (M7THS RAINBOW STORIES AND INDIAN MYTHS BY George W. Caldwell, M. D, Author of Oriental Rambles,The Wizzywab, etc. ILLUSTRATEDBY Jane Jefferson Flippen Phillip* ?£& K^ PRELUDE The road to Fairyland, it seems, Winds through the magic Land of Dreams; The children love to wander there, To build their castles in the air.Imagination—How it growsWhen we are young, and where it goesWhen we grow up—nobody knows. ©CI.A525890 s COPYRIGHT 1919 BY GEORGE W. CALDWELL, M. D. 4 -4 CONTENTS RAINBOW STORIES. Page The Flight to Fairyland 1 The Fairies in the Flowers 15 Sleepy Eyes 17 How the Stars Came in the Sky 21 Boomaroar, and the Rainbow 25 Boomaroar, and the Sea Shells 27 The Fairy Blackbird 29 How the Rabbit Lost His Tail 33 The Discontented Elephant 37 INDIAN MYTHS. The Blue Lizard 47 The Rumbling of Tauquitz 51 How the Road Runner Won His Red Feather 57 The Prince of Plenty 65 The Lights of Elsinore 75 The Stepping Stones 93 The Echo - 103
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THE FLIGHT TO FAIRYLAND. JOHNNIE BOB put aside his book of Fairy Tales,and stretched out on the grass. I wonder if there really are Fairies, he musedsleepily as he studied the changing forms of the fleecyclouds. He could imagine in them armadas of shipssailing across the sky, or columns of cavalry, or Romanchariot races, or distant seas with islands and moun-tainous shores, but nowhere could he make out anythingthat looked at all like a Fairy. Perhaps they onlyappear when one is asleep. If I close my eyes and keepvery still, one may come and talk to me. He was silentfor a long time, but all he could hear was the sighingof the breeze in the branches overhead. I wonder if Icould understand the Fairy language. I am afraid not, chirped a Cricket who was sawingdown a grass stem nearby. Babies use some Fairywords, but they forget them when they grow up. Tolearn it well one must go to the Fairy school. (i) Do Fairies have to go to school too? I thought theywere always happy. They like it. Th

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