Flora thought she must be dreaming, but they were married next day, beneath the branches of the Fairy Tree.
Adapted from "The Lilac Fairy Book" by Andrew Lang
[HIAWATHA'S SAILING ]
Thus the Birch Canoe was builded
In the valley, by the river,
In the bosom of the forest;
And the forest life was in it,
All its mystery and its magic,
All the lightness of the birch tree,
All the toughness of the cedar,
All the larch's supple sinews;
And it floated on the river
Like a yellow leaf in autumn,
Like a yellow water lily.
HENRY W LONGFELLOW
[GRAY MOLE AND THE INDIAN]
An Indian was once wandering across the prairie. He was tired, and hungry, and very lonely. He had traveled many miles.
At last he came to a brook, in a meadow at the foot of a hill.
"I will rest here until noon," thought the Indian. He sat down upon the mossy bank beside the brook.
Presently he heard some one whisper, "Lift me up and carry me with you, and I will be your friend."