Book Excerpt: ...our beds?" she whispers fearfully."That is true, my granddaughter," assents the old man. "Yet we may tell a legend of summer days to comfort the heart of the small brother "THE FROGS AND THE CRANEIn the heart of the woods there lay a cool, green pond. The shores...
The cold December moon is just showing above the tree-tops, pointing a white finger here and there at the clustered teepees of the Sioux, while opposite their winter camp on the lake shore a lonely, wooded island is spread like a black buffalo robe between the white, snow-covered...