AUTUMN STORIES AND LEGENDS
EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE
A haze on the far horizon, The infinite, tender sky, The rich, ripe tint of the cornfields, And the wild geese sailing high; And, all over upland and lowland The charm of the golden-rod,—— Some of us call it Autumn, And others call it—God. William Herbert Carruth.
NIPON AND THE KING OF THE NORTHLAND
(Algonquin Legend)
The Summer Queen whom the Indians called Nipon lived in the land of sunshine where the life-giving beams of the mighty Sun shone all the year round on the blossoming meadows and green forests. The maiden’s wigwam faced the sunrise. It was covered with a vine which hung thick with bell-shaped blossoms.
The fair queen’s trailing green robe was woven from delicate fern leaves and embroidered with richly coloured blossoms. She wore a coronet of flowers and her long dusky braids were entwined with sprays of fragrant honeysuckle. Her moccasins were fashioned from water-lily leaves.