Verhovayak Lapja, 1941. július-december (24. évfolyam, 27-52. szám)
1941-08-28 / 35. szám
Page 10 . Verhovayak Lapja August 28, 1941 Children’s Page Conducted by AMELIA NYERS GRAY WOLF STORIES INDIAN MYSTERY TALES By Peter Gray Wolf Caxton Printers, Ltd. Caldwell, Idaho 192 pages—12 mo Illustrated Price $1.5(1 GRAY WOLF STORIES is a book of INDIAN MYSTERY TALES. These stories are written in a fascinating manner. Boys and girls who take pleasure in nature study will find this book quite interesting and enlightening. And what boy or girl has not wondered about the mysteries of nature? What causes the sun to rise in the east at dawn? Who placed the moon in the sky? Why does the dog howl at the moon? Who is the mysterious spirit residing in water? These and many other questions that children who have an inquiring mind ask, are answered in the book, Indian Mystery Tales. The Indian has ever sought to learn the secrets of nature. Living in the distant past, he was close to nature. The beauties and wonder of all the life around him was a never-ending romance that perplexed him; and he de sired to possess the secret. He soon discovered that there is magic in all nature; and this magic he sought unceasingly in the wild forests and lonely plains. Even the wind whispered subtle secrets; and he listened, eager to learn the deep mystery surrounding the wind-spirit. BOY is a character in the book who was taken by a Wise Man and raised as his son. The boy learned the language of the animals. The conversations taking place between Boy and his pets is characteristic of the dreams slumbering within the hearts of present-day boys and girls who love animals. The Indian has his own story of the creation of the world. He calls the Maker, Chief; and an interesting tale follows of how the slow turtle helped re-create the earth after the flood. The Indian has a great love for all nature; and this love is manifested in everyday life. He understands the creatures around him because they are the work of the Chief. The American Indian is a delightful storyteller. He draws his stories from all the nature surrounding him. These he weaves into charming legends that become a part of his life. He believes there was a time when all animals could talk and they lived in his lodge as his brothers. Peter Gray Wolf, author of Indian Mystery Tales, has taken these legends from various American Indian tribes. His ability to relate the wondrous tales of a vanishing race is remarkable. He tells the stories clearly, and imbeds in the heart of the little reader a glowing enthusiasm for the glory that was once the Indian. The author is a well-known lecturer, and has made numerous public appearances. His way of relating legends and myths is unique; thoroughly enjoyable by adults as well as children. He also devotes much time to educational work. Indian Mystery Tales is told in much the same way as Gray Wolf’s Boy, Grizzly and Wolf. Although there is a similarity between the two, those who have read Boy, Grizzly and Wolf will find that Indian Mystery Tales is a more enchanting book. The book contains piany beautiful illustrations by the capable artist Gwenyth Waugh. Santa Fe New Mexican: “Anyone who knows anything about contemporary THE TWO HOPPERS A frog and a grasshopper met one day, Each hopping along in his own queer way, Now the grasshopper being both young and green, Inside as well as outside, I mean, Never had happened to see or hear Of a creature at once so ugly and queer. “Good sir’’ he exclaimed, as he bowed very low, “Your name I have not the honor to know; But since you go hopping, I plainly see Some kind of a grasshopper you must be.” “Indeed” said the frog, “’tis a pleasure to meet With one so observing and discreet, That we are of kin, I acknowledge with pride; In my heart and my home you must henceforth abide, Now come to my arms, we must seal with a kiss This compact of kinship and friendship.” With this, He opened his arms to embrace his young friend,— He opened his mouth, too, and that was the end If not of the friendship, at least of the friend, And the frog as he hopped off, croaked softly, “I feel Very much better for that little meal.” My story heed, young grasshoppers, And learn the lesson in it: Beware of strangers who would be Dear friends in half a minute. literature knows of the superb work presented by The Caxton Press, knows that they are more interested in the literary worth than in publishing best sellers of the escapist type.” Edinburg, Scotland, Publisshire News: “Of the book itself, considered merely as a book, I can not speak in terms of too high praise. It is hand-made, obviously by craftsmen who are interested and take a special pride in the quality of the work.” INSURANCE is a shield with which to meet the blow you can't see coming. THE RED ADMIRAL The caterpillar burst from its tiny covering'. He crawled over the ground in search of food. He found a leaf and soon ate it. In a few days he had greatly increased in size. He liked to lie in the warm sunshine of a summer day. He liked to feel his way among the leaves of the maple tree. How greedily he devoured the soft green leaves! Soon he grew hungry again. He made his way into the lettuce patch. But before he could gnaw at the lettuce, strange looking insects appeared and he had to hide himself. One day he had just finished a meal. He was very lazy and curled up beneath a rose bush and went to sleep. He was suddenly awakened by the busy buzzing of bees. He grew frightened and quickly crawled to safety. From then on he was always careful to conceal himself before going to sleep. Once he was awakened by soft cool drops of rain. He had seen water in the little pond near-by; but, now the water was falling from the sky. It was very confusing. His furry coat was almost soaked before he reached cover. He peered cautiously from beneath his hiding place. The leaf swayed to and fro in the wind. He clung tightly on. Then, when the rain stopped, he crept forth and went in search of food again. The earth was like a garden to him. He went from plant to tree and quickly devoured leaves until he grew so large that he burst his skin. He continued eating and bursting his skin. After the last moulting he reached an enormous size for a caterpillar. He crept upon a leaf and wove his cocoon with a silk thread. He had reached the pupa stage. For some time he lived within the chrysalis. He was changing into a butterfly. from the chrysalis. But ha was no longer a creeping caterpillar. He was now a beautiful butterfly, a red admiral! His wings were of very small scales that grew fiery when the sun shone on them. He was very proud of ihe lovely red that was painted on his wings. He flew high above the earth and looked down. How mall everything seemed to him from the height! He wondered how he had ever been content with creeping on the leaves. He fluttered his wings. It was good to be able to fly into blue sky. He no longer feared insects but he feared birds. When he desired food, he would go to the flowers and sip the honey from their cups. It tasted so different; not like the leaves he had been eating when he was a lowly caterpillar. The red admiral felt very happy. He kissed the flowers all day. He danced merrily. Then he spread his lovely wings and flew aways into the blue.--------------O-------------SUMMER TWILIGHT Reluctantly the Sun sank, lingering in the dark pine woods Trailing on rough bark his golden garments, And giving a brief glory to the somber shade. 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