your wise men where I can live and see your happy homes continually. Ask them what form I shall assume in order to be loved."

Thus discoursed the bright stranger. The young man awoke. On stepping out of his lodge he saw the star still blazing in its accustomed place. At early dawn a crier was sent round the camp to call all the warriors to the council lodge. When they had met, the young warrior related his dream. They concluded that the star had fallen in love with their tribe, and that it was desirous to dwell with them.

The next night, five tall, noble-looking, adventurous braves were sent to welcome the stranger to earth. They went and presented to it a pipe of peace, filled with sweet-scented herbs, and were rejoiced that it took the pipe from them. As they returned to the village, the star, with expanded wings, followed, and hovered over their homes till the dawn of day. Again it came to the young man in a dream, and desired to know where it should live and what form it should take.

Places were named-on the top of a giant tree, or in the midst of flowers. At length it was told to choose a place itself, and it did so. At first it dwelt in the white rose of the mountains; but then it was so buried that it could not be seen. It went to the prairie; but it feared the hoof of the buffalo. It next sought the rocky cliff; but there it was so high that the children, whom it loved most, could not see it.

"I know where I will live," said the bright fugitive. "I will live where I can see the gliding canoes of the tribe I most admire. Children!-yes, they shall be my playmates, and I will kiss their slumber by the side of cool waters. The nation shall love me wherever I am."

These words having been said, she alighted on the surface of the lake, where she saw herself reflected. The next morning thousands of white flowers were seen there, and the Indians gave them this name, wah-begwan-nee (white lily).

Children! when you see the lily on the waters, take it in your hands and hold it to the skies. So may it be happy on earth, as its two sisters, the morning and the evening stars, are happy in heaven.

EXPRESSION: After reading this story silently, talk with your teacher about the meanings of the words legend and myth. Name some legends that you have read; tell of some myths. (Notice that the two terms are frequently used with the same meaning.)

Re-read the first paragraph of this story. Does it describe a situation true to life?

Re-read the paragraphs which describe a golden age of peace and plenty.

Repeat the Indian story of the origin of the white lily. What is the Indian name for it?

Explain the meaning of each of the following expressions: crimson tide of war; bidding of man; unending spring; air was laden; earth was a paradise; heavenly bodies.

A STORY OF OLD GREECE

I. THE KING AND THE STRANGER 1

In a little town of Greece, and not very far from the sea, there once lived a young prince whose name was Admetus. He was the ruler of the town, and hence was called its king; but his kingdom was so small that one might walk around it in a single day. Admetus knew the name of every man and woman in his kingdom, and everybody loved him because of his gentleness and justice.

Late one day, when the rain was falling and the wind was blowing cold from the mountains, a strange young man came to his door and asked for food. The youth was ragged and seemed half-starved, and Admetus knew that he must have come from some distant land, for in his own country nobody ever went hungry. So the king took the stranger into the house and fed him; then he gave him his own warm cloak, and bade the servants find a place for him to sleep.

In the morning Admetus asked the poor man his name, but he shook his head and was silent as though he had forgotten it. Then Admetus asked him about his home and his country; and all that the youth would say was, "Make me your slave, master! Make me your slave, and let me serve you for one year."

The young king did not need another servant; but 1 An old Greek legend retold.

he saw that the poorest slave in the land was better off than this stranger, and so he took pity on him. “I will do as you ask," he answered. "I will give you a home and food and clothing; and you shall be my slave for twelve months, as you desire. Then, if you wish, you may return to your own country."

There was but little that the stranger knew how to do. King Admetus looked at his small white hands and knew that he was not strong enough to be put at hard labor. He gave him at first some light tasks about the house; but the slave was likely to neglect these and wander off into the fields and woods to gather wild flowers and listen to the singing birds.

Sometimes, in the kitchen or the garden, he would sing or tell stories to his fellow slaves; and they would forget their work and stand listening to his wonderfully sweet voice while the dinner was spoiled and the palace floors were unswept. And all who looked into his strange, expressive eyes would stop to look again and again, entranced by their marvelous sweetness.

"He is an idle good-for-nothing," said every one; "and still we like him."

"This new slave of mine will ruin all the rest," said King Admetus. "My house was never so ill-kept as since his coming. But he is so gentle and lovable that I cannot punish him. What shall I do?"

"Send him to the hills to keep the sheep," answered the queen. "He loves the woods and is happiest when

he is alone. He will be pleased to watch the sheep, for then he can sit idle and look at the clouds and sing all day long."

"You advise me wisely," said the king, "and I will do as you say."

So the young slave became a shepherd and was sent to the pasture lands to take care of the sheep. And there he lived alone, in sunshine and in storm, content with his lot and happy to serve the king. His clothing was warm but homely and coarse, and his food was the same as the poorest shepherds have.

When a year and a day had passed, it so happened that King Admetus went out walking among the hills where his sheep were feeding. All at once the sound of music fell upon his ear. It was no such music as shepherds commonly play, but sweeter and more melodious than any he had ever heard before. He looked to see where the sound came from. Ah! who was that sitting on the hilltop, with the sheep around him, listening to his music? Could it indeed be the shepherd the shiftless young fellow whom he had almost forgotten?

As the king drew nearer, he saw there a tall and handsome young man, clad in robes lighter and finer than a king might wear. His face was as bright as sunbeams, and his eyes gleamed like lightning. Upon his shoulder was a silver bow; from his belt hung a quiver of sharp arrows; and in his hands was a wonder