Who is this, that lights the wigwam? With his great eyes lights the wigwam? Ewa-yea! my little owlet!"

Many things Nokomis taught him Of the stars that shine in heaven; Showed him Ishkoodah, the comet, Ishkoodah, with fiery tresses;

Showed the Death-Dance of the spirits, Warriors with their plumes and war-clubs, Flaring far away to northward

In the frosty nights of Winter;

Showed the broad white road in heaven, Pathway of the ghosts, the shadows, Running straight across the heavens, Crowded with the ghosts, the shadows.

At the door on summer evenings Sat the little Hiawatha;

Heard the whispering of the pine-trees, Heard the lapping of the waters, Sounds of music, words of wonder; "Minne-wawa!" said the pine-trees. "Mudway-aushka!" said the water.

Saw the fire-fly, Wah-wah-taysee, Flitting through the dusk of evening,

With the twinkle of its candle Lighting up the brakes and bushes, And he sang the song of children, Sang the song Nokomis taught him:

"Wah-wah-taysee, little fire-fly, Little, flitting, white-fire insect,

Little, dancing, white-fire creature, Light me with your little candle, Ere upon my bed I lay me, Ere in sleep I close my eyelids!" Saw the rainbow in the heaven, In the eastern sky, the rainbow, Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?" And the good Nokomis answered: "'Tis the heaven of flowers you see there: All the wild-flowers of the forest,

All the lilies of the prairie,

When on earth they fade and perish, Blossom in that heaven above us.' When he heard the owls at midnight, Hooting, laughing in the forest, "What is that?" he cried in terror, "What is that," he said, "Nokomis?"

And the good Nokomis answered:

"That is but the owl and owlet,

Talking in their native language,
Talking, scolding at each other.”

Then the little Hiawatha

Learned of every bird its language,

Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens."

Of all beasts he learned the language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly,

Why the rabbit was so timid,

Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Brothers."

JACKANAPES AND LOLLO

BY JULIA HORATIA EWING

I

The Green was part of a common where Gipsies sometimes squatted, if allowed to do so, especially after the annual fair.

It was after the fair that Jackanapes, out rambling by himself, was knocked over by the Gipsy's son riding the Gipsy's red-haired pony at breakneck pace across the common.

Jackanapes got up and shook himself, none the worse except for being overhead in love with the red-haired pony. What a rate he went at! How he spurned the ground with his nimble feet! How his red coat shone in the sunshine! And what bright eyes peeped out of his dark forelock as it was blown about by the wind!

The Gipsy boy had had a fright, and he was willing enough to reward Jackanapes for not having been hurt, by consenting to let him have a ride.

"Do you mean to kill the little fine gentle