Verhovayak Lapja, 1941. július-december (24. évfolyam, 27-52. szám)
1941-07-31 / 31. szám
Page # Verhovayak Lapja July 31, 1941 Children’s Page Conducted by AMELIA NYERS The Fairies’ Land As I was walking through the woods one day I chanced upon some fairies at play, I knew not what to do or to say, When suddenly they all stopped their play. I expected at any moment to see them disappear, You can imagine my surprise as to me they drew near, Then a fairy with her wand touched me on the head, I found myself sailing through the sky with clouds for a bed. Finally, after the magical ride, I was glad once more to set foot on land. But what met my gaze was so unbelieveable, so fantastic —and yet, so grand! As I stood dumbfounded gazing at this magnificent, impossible fairy place I wished my small brother could be there—I pictured the smile of contentment on his face.—• It was a country no bigger than a room divided into tiny cities— Even though so small, it seemed just right for these fairies. The rivers were made of delicious lime pop. With whipped cream for foam floating on the top. The miniature mountains were made of good chocolate cake— The snow on the peaks of coconut frosting was made. The houses all had chocolate walls, Made of tiny chocolate bars. Of every color were the flowers The flavor of which one never tires. The hedges around the green fudge lawns were better than a trip to Naples For what should they be but rows of very golden pineapples! The leaves of the trees were of maple sugar The fruits were of candy of every color. When I came to the end of their country I was as surprised as ever I could be For in this land so small, where even the mountains aren’t a foot high it was indeed strange to come across a tree as tall as I. Upon my puzzled look at the tree, A fairy explained to me That the tree was an enchanted one But its fruit can be reached only by a human. When I asked her how this could be—■ She said, “Eat one and see.” After eating, I glanced into a pool near by I was simply astounded at what met my eye. For gazing at my reflection I saw that I too had become a tiny fairy! When suddenly I heard, “Irene, wake up, it’s seven-thirty.” Age 13, Branch 312 —IRENE VARGO Idamay, W. Va. THE MERRY TWINS AT LOTUS LAKE “Where shall we spend cur vacation this year, girls?” Mrs. Merry asked the twins. “Shall we go to Moon Mountain or to the Northwoods?” She placed a number of leaflets before them. Their minds were made up instantly. “Let’s go to the Northwoods this year, Mother,” Sally said. “Here’s an interesting leaflet. It says here that the mountain lodge near Lotus Lake is situated in the heart of the great north country. Ideal vacation-land. Indian guides to show the visitor many places of interest. A vacation in the Great Northwest, away from the city’s turmoil, is thé ideal way to spend a few weeks.” “What do you say, Sue?” Daddy asked the other twin. “I think the lodge at Lotus would be wonderful, Daddy ” Sue answered. “Lotus Lake it is, then,” Mother said. It didn’t take the twins long to pack their grips. Soon they were an their way. The trip by train see -ted endless to the girls. They were impatient to reach their destination ar.i get settled in their cabin as soon as possible. After they were comfortably settled in their lodge, Sally and Sue went for long walks through the great woods. Their guide was Wing Feet, an Indian who knew the country well. Wing Feet took the twins deep into the. woods and showed them huge bear tracks. One day they discovered some beavers building their home beside a stream. Wing Feet cautioned Sally and Sue to be very quiet, so as n't to disturb the busy work;.’*. Ihere were so many things to learn of in the north country. Sally and f *e marvelled at the size of the giant trees. They were like tall skycrapers reaching up into the blue heaven. The Indian was a wonderful storyteller. ,He continually entertained them with legends of the Indians who once roamed the country. One day he surprised the girls by asking if they would like to hear the legend of Lotus Lake. “The legend of Lotus Lake?” the girls asked together, wonderingly. “Lotus Lake has a legend,” Wing Feet said. Then he took them high up on the mountain. There in an open clearing was the lake. It was like a silver mirror, for the blue sky and white puff-clouds were clearly reflected on the magic surface. “Oh!” the girls exclaimed, at sight of the glimmering lake. Large white water lilies floated on the water. It was a beautiful sight. “Many, many moons ago, when the north country belonged to the Indian alone, there was a brave named White Cloud. He was a handsome youth who wooed and won the heart of a beautiful princess. She was Star, daughter of the chieftain. “White Cloud built their lodge near Lotus Lake. The stars at night shone down and washed the lodge with silver light. At dawn the sun rose and painted it many tints before he rose high in the sky. “The marriage feast lasted three days and three nights. White Cloud and Star were very happy. They shared their happiness with everyone. “When the Moon When Leaves Turn Brown came, White Cloud helped the men hunt and lay stores for the long days when the earth would be bare. “The days of the Cold Moon passed slowly. It was near the Spring Moon when provisions were gone. The men left their lodges and went deep into the sleeping forest to hunt for food. They were gone three days and three nights. The women and children left behind became frightened at the long absence of the men. “It was Star who reassured them with tales of courage and patience. “When the hunters returned with fresh supplies of deer, the chieftain ordered a day of feasting and thanksgiving. “Many songs of praise were sung in honor of the Great Spirit Who does not let His children perish of hunger. “Because of Star’s bravery during the absence of the hunters, poems were made singing her praise. “They have all vanished,” the Indian spoke softly, “but it is said that when the moon is full, the spirit of White Cloud and Star return and can be clearly seen.” Wing Feet finished the story. The girls were silent for only a moment. “Oh!” Sally exclaimed, “That is a beautiful legend!” “Can we really see White Cloud and Star when the full moon rises?” Sue asked. “Perhaps,” Wing Feet answered. Then he turned and retraced his steps, while the girls asked more questions than he could answer. It was an exciting evening when Sally and Sue related what the Indian had told them concerning White Cloud and Star. “Daddy, do you think it is true?” Sue asked, hoping her father could verify the legend of Lotus Lake. “Why, I really can’t say.” he answered. Sally and Sue were keenly disappointed. “Cheer up, twins,” he spoke, gently. “Perhaps the full moon can answer your questions better than I.” “The full moon!” the girls chorused. “How many more nights before the moon is full?” “Let’s see, now.” Mother consulted the calendar. “One, two, three—why, only three more nights.” The days and nights passed slowly for Sally and Sue. Finally, on the third night, they persuaded Mother and Daddy to accompany them to Lotus Lake. It was a dark night when the four made their way up the mountain. It seemed they were ages beside the lake waiting for the moon to rise. Suddenly the moon rose in all her glory and
