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Då-co’-tahs—a name which includes many tribes of Indians in the

Northwest; here means the Sioux (500) Indians. E-wa-yea'-lullaby. Falls of Minnehaha—a water-fall near Minneapolis on a stream

running into the Mississippi between Fort Snelling and the Falis

of St. Anthony. Git-chē Măn'-i-tő—the Master of Life; the Chief Spirit. Git'-chē Gū’-mée—the Big-Sea-Water; Lake Superior. Hi-a-wa'-tha—the Wise Man; the Teacher; son of Mudjekeewis the

West Wind, and Wenonah, daughter of Nokomis.
I-ä'-goo—a great boaster and story-teller; a traveler.
Kägh-the hedgehog.
Kwä'-sind—the Strong Man.
Mähn-go-tāy'-sée—loon-hearted; brave.
Mìn-nē-hä'-ha—Laughing Water; Hiawatha's wife.
Mìn-nē-wa'-wą-sound of the wind in the trees.
Mŭd-wāy-aush'-ka—sound of waves on a shore.
Mūs'-ko-dāy—the meadow.
Nä-wä-dä'-ha—the singer.
Nō-ko'-mis—the grandmother of Hiawatha.
O-jib'-wāys-a tribe of Indians that lived on the southern shore of

Lake Superior.
O-pē'-chee—the robin.
0-wāis'-sa—the bluebird.
Pąu-wā'-ting-Saulte Sainte Marie (soo' sånt mā'-ri).
Pö-nē'-mäh—the Land of the Hereafter.
Se-bo-wish'-a—the brook.
Shůh-shůh'-gah—the blue heron.
Sõan-gē-tä'-hä-strong hearted.
Tămo-e-rick_the larch tree.
Tå-quä-mē’-naw-a river in northeastern Michigan.
Vale of Tå-wa-sěn'-tha—a valley in Albany County, New York
Wa-băs'-sõ—the rabbit; the land in the North.
Wa'-bũn—the East Wind.
Wah-wah-tāy'-see—the firefly.
Wa'-wą—the wild goose.
Wa-won-ăis'-så—the whippoorwill.
Way-wąs'-si-mõ—the lightning.
Yěn-a-diz'-zë--an idler; an Indian dandy,



Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864), a native of Salem, Massachusetts, had the distinction to be born on the 4th of July. He graduated from Bowdoin College in the class with Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. He is called "America's Prose Poet."


Long, long ago, when this old world was in its tender infancy, there was a child, named Epimetheus, who never had either father or mother; and that he might not be lonely, an

other child, fatherless and motherless like himself, was sent from 5 a far country, to live with him, and be his playfellow and helpmate. Her name w Pandora.

The first thing that Pandora saw, when she entered the cottage where Epimetheus dwelt, was a great box. And almost

the first question which she put to him, after crossing the 10 threshold, was this:

“Epimetheus, what have you in that box ?”

"My dear little Pandora," answered Epimetheus, "that is su secret, and you must be kind enough not to ask any questions

about it. The box was left here to be kept safely, and I do not 15 myself know what it contains."

"But who gave it to you?” asked Pandora. “And where did it come from ?”

"That is a secret, too," replied Epimetheus.

"How provoking!” exclaimed Pandora, pouting her lip. “I 20 wish the great ugly box were out of the way!”

“O come, don't think of it any more,” cried Epimetheus. “Let us run out of doors, and have some nice play with the other children.”

It is thousands of years since Epimetheus and Pandora were 25 alive; and the world, now-a-days, is a very different sort of thing from what it was in their time. Then, everybody was a child.

* From "A Wonder-Book."

They needed no fathers and mothers to take care of the chile dren; because there was no danger or trouble of any kind, and no clothes to be mended, and there was always plenty to eat and drink.

Whenever a child wanted his dinner, he found it growing on a tree: and, if he looked at the tree in the morning, he could see the blossom of that night's supper; or, at eventide, he saw the tender bud of tomorrow's breakfast. It was a very pleasant

life indeed. No labor to be done, no tasks to be studied; nothing 10 but sports and dances, and sweet voices of children talking, or

caroling like birds, or gushing out in merry laughter, throughout the livelong day.

What was most wonderful of all, the children never quarrelled among themselves; neither had they any crying fits; nor since 15 time first began, had a single one of these little mortals ever

gone apart into a corner and sulked. 0, what a good time was that to be alive in! The truth is, those ugly little winged monsters, called Troubles, which are now almost as numerous as

mosquitoes, had never yet been seen on the earth. It is prob20 able that the very greatest disquietude which a child had ever

felt was Pandora's vexation at not being able to discover the secret of the mysterious box.

This was at first only the faint shadow of a Trouble: but, every day, it grew more and more real, until, before a great 25 while, the cottage of Epimetheus and Pandora was less sunshiny than those of the other children.

“Whence can the box have come?” Pandora continually kept saying to herself and to Epimetheus. “And what on earth can

be inside of it?" 30

"Always talking about this box!” said Epimetheus at last; for he had grown extremely tired of the subject. “I wish, dear Pandora, you would try to talk of something else. Come, let us go

and gather some ripe figs, and eat them under the trees, for our supper.

And I know a vine that has the sweetest and 35 juiciest grapes you ever tasted.”

“Always talking about grapes and figs !" cried Pandora, pettishly.

"Well, then," said Epimetheus, who was a very good-tempered child, like many children in those days, "let us run out and have 5 a merry time with cur playmates."

"I am tired of merry times, and don't care if I never have any more!" answered our pettish little Pandora. “And, besides, I nerer do have any. This ugly box! am so taken up with

thinking about it all the time. I insist upon your telling me what 10 is inside of it."

As I have already said, fifty times over, I do not know !” replied Epimetheus, getting a little vexed. “How, then, can I tell

you what is inside ?”

"You might open it,” said Pandora, looking sideways at 15 Epimetheus, "and then we could see for ourselves.

"Pandora, what are you thinking of ?” exclaimed Epimetheus.

And his face expressed so much horror at the idea of looking into a box which had been given to him on the condition of his

never opening it, that Pandora thought it best not to suggest it 20

any more. Still, however, she could not help thinking and talking about the box.

“At least,” said she, "you can tell me how it came here."

"It was left at the door," replied Epimetheus, "just before you came, by a person who looked very smiling and intelligent, 25 and who could hardly forbear laughing as he put it down. He

was dressed in an odd kind of a cloak, and had on a cap that seemed to be made partly of feathers, so that it looked almost as if it had wings."

“What sort of a staff had he?" asked Pandora. 30 “Oh, the most curious staff you ever saw !” cried Epimetheus.

"It was like two serpents twisting around a stick, and was carved so naturally that I, at first, thought the serpents were alive."

“I know him," said Pandora, thoughtfully. "Nobody else has such a staff. It was Quicksilver; and he brought me hither, 35 as well as the box. No doubt he intended it for me, and most


probably it contains pretty dresses for me to wear, or toys for you and me to play with, or something very nice for us both to eat!”

"Perhaps so," answered Epimetheus, turning away. 5 until Quicksilver comes back and tells us so, we have neither of us any right to lift the lid of the box."

“What a dull boy he is !” muttered Pandora, as Epimetheus left the cottage. "I do wish he had a little more enterprise !"


For the first time since her arrival, Epimetheus had gone out 10 without asking Pandora to accompany him. He went to gather

figs and grapes by himself, or to seek whatever amusement he could find, in other society than his little playfellow's. He was tired to death of hearing about the box, and heartily wished that

Quicksilver, or whatever was the messenger's name, had left it 15 at some other child's door, where Pandora would never have set eyes on it.

So perseveringly as she did babble about this one thing! The box, the box, and nothing but the box! It seemed as if the box

were bewitched, and as if the cottage were not big enough to hold 20 it, without Pandora's continually stumbling over it, and making

Epimetheus stumble over it likewise, and bruising all four of their shins.

Well, it was really hard that poor Epimetheus should have a box in his ears from morning till night; especially as the little 25 people of the earth were so unaccustomed to vexations, in those

happy days, that they knew not how to deal with them. Thus a small vexation made as much disturbance, then, as a far bigger one would in our own times.

After Epimetheus was gone, Pandora stood gazing at the 30 box. She had called it ugly, above a hundred times; but, in

spite of all that she had said against it, it was positively a very handsome article of furniture, and would have been quite an ornament to any room in which it should be placed. It was

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