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The Pearl Story Book Stories and Legends of Winter, Christmas, and New Year's Day
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INTRODUCTION
âOnce upon a time,â in the winter season suggests happy, young faces grouped about a blazing fire. A heavy snowstorm promises plenty of sport for tomorrow, but at present the cosiness indoors is very attractive, especially now that the evening story hour is at hand. And while the story-teller is slowly choosing his subjects he hears the childrenâs impatient whispers of âThe Snow Man,â âPrince Winter,â âThe Legend of Holly,â âThe Animalsâ Christmas Tree.â
Silence! The story-teller turns his eyes from the glowing fire to the faces of his eager audience. He is ready to begin.
Each season of the year opens a treasury of suggestion for stories. In the beauty and wonder of nature are excellent themes for tales which quicken childrenâs interest in the promise of joyous springtime, in the rich pageantry of ripening summer, in the blessings of generous autumn, and in the merry cheer of grim old winter.
The Pearl Story Book is the fourth volume in a series of nature books each of which emphasizes the interest and beauty characteristic of a particular season. The central theme of this volume is winter, âsnow-wrapped and holly-decked.â
WINTER
Down swept the chill wind from the mountain peak,From the snow five thousand summers old;
On open wold and hill-top bleak
It had gathered all the cold,
And whirled it like sleet on the wandererâs cheek.
It carried a shiver everywhere
From the unleafed boughs and pastures bare;
The little brook heard it and built a roof
âNeath which he could house him winter-proof;
All night by the white starsâ frosty gleams
He groined his arches and matched his beams;
Slender and clear were his crystal spars
As the lashes of light that trim the stars:
He sculptured every summer delight
In his halls and chambers out of sight.
James Russell Lowell.
(Indian Legend)
Once upon a time there was an Indian village built on the bank of a wide river. During the spring, summer, and autumn the people were very happy. There was plenty of fuel and game in the deep woods; the river afforded excellent fish. But the Indians dreaded the months when the Ice King reigned.
One winter the weather was terribly cold and the people suffered severely. The Ice King called forth the keen wind from the northern sky, and piled the snowdrifts so high in the forests that it was most difficult to supply the wigwams with game. He covered the river with ice so thick that the Indians feared it would never melt.
âWhen will the Ice King leave us?â they asked each other. âWe shall all perish if he continues his cruel reign.â
At last signs of spring encouraged the stricken people. The great snowdrifts in the forests disappeared and the ice on the river broke into large pieces. All of these floated downstream except one huge cake which lodged on the bank very near the village. And when the Indians saw that the spring sunshine did not melt this great mass of ice they were puzzled and anxious.
âIt is the roof of the Ice Kingâs lodge,â they said. âWe shall never enjoy warm weather while he dwells near us. Have we no brave who is willing to do battle with this winter tyrant?â
At last, a courageous young hunter armed himself with a huge club and went forth to see if he could shatter the glittering frozen mass and rid the village of the giant who dwelt beneath it. With all his strength he struck the ice roof blow upon blow, crying out, âBegone, O cruel Ice King! Your time is past! Begone!â
Finally, there was a deafening noise like the crashing of forest trees when the lightning strikes, and the huge ice cake split into several pieces.
âBegone!â cried the young brave, as he struggled with each great lump of ice until he pushed it from the bank and tumbled it into the river below.
And when the mighty task was finished the white figure of the Ice King stood before the Indian brave.
âYou have ruined my lodge,â said the giant.
âThe winter season is past,â answered the brave. âBegone!â
âAfter several moons I shall return to stay,â threatened the Ice King. Then he stalked away toward the North.
The people were very happy when they knew that the young brave had conquered the giant; but their joy was somewhat dampened when they heard about the threatened return of the Ice King....