WHY THE WIND WAILS
(Algonquin)
When the pale moon looks down from the
sky, and when the wind cries mournfully
around the wigwam, this is the story that the
old man of the tribe tells to the Indian children:
Many, many moons ago the great chief of our tribe had a very beautiful daughter.
"She shall marry a great warrior," said the Chief, "and a mighty hunter. Then she will be well cared for, and I shall be happy."
So the great Chief kept watch of the young men of the tribe, to see which one would prove worthy of his daughter.
One day, as the Chief sat in the door of his lodge, there came a sudden rushing sound, and a young man stood before him. It was the Wind, who had made himself visible that he might talk with the Chief.
When he had saluted, he said, "Great Chief, I love your daughter. May I carry her away to my lodge, and make her my wife?"
