Summary

Myths and Legends of the Mississippi Valley and the Great Lakes

LITTLE WREN is the messenger of the Birds. She pries into everything. She gets up early in the morning and goes around to every wigwam to get news for the Bird council. When a new baby comes into a wigwam, she finds out whether it is a boy or a girl.
If it is a boy, the Bird council sings mournfully, “Alas! The whistle of the arrow! My shins will burn!” Because the Birds all know that when the boy grows older he will hunt them with his bows and arrows, and will roast them on a stick.
Source: Gutenberg

Myths and Legends of the Mississippi Valley and the Great Lakes

But quite different are the tales of the Southland—of the Cherokees, Biloxis, and Chitimachas. They are stories of wild turkeys, of persimmons and raccoons, and of the spirits which dwell in the mountain places where none dare go. Stories also are they of Brer Rabbit and the tar wolf, which came from Indian slaves working in the fields in early days, through the negro slaves working beside them, to the children of the white men.
It is a loss to American literature that so much of the legendary history of these Indian tribes has gone, beyond hope of recovery.
Source: Gutenberg

Myths and Legends of the Mississippi Valley and the Great Lakes

North West said, “Shingebiss is a strange man. I shall go inside.”
Therefore North West entered the wigwam and sat down on the opposite side of the lodge. Shingebiss lay before the fire and sang:
Spirit of North West, you are but my fellow man.”
Then he got up and poked the fire. The wigwam became very warm. At last North West said, “I cannot stand this. I must go out. Shingebiss is a very strange man.” So he went out.
Then North West shook his rattles until the great storms came. Thus there was much ice and snow and wind. All the flag roots were frozen in hard ice.
Source: Gutenberg

Get perspective with Kwize: daily news enlightened by great literature