The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1915-11-24
Bedtime Stories
For Little Folks
THE FLYING MOCCASINS.

'Jugger-rum, jugger-rum, jugger-
rum" sang the big frog down in the |
pond.
Little Swift Foot nestled up colse to
his grandmother, who sat in front OF
the tent. In the evening shadows the
sound was dismal. Over the top OF
the pines came the moon, and through
the branches mournfully sighed the
night wind The child crept closer
and closer TO its grandmother
so you are afraid of the old bull
frog" said the old woman, taking the |
boy in her lap. Il will tell you the
story of the first one. Once upon a !
time a long, long time ago, there lived |
a tribe of Indians on this very spot.
They were the people from whom we
are descended. Among the young men
was a handsome youth called Eagle. |
He was a swift runner, his arrow shot
farther than any other, and the game
he brought in kept plenty OF meat IN
the tent for his aged mother.
But the CHIEF of the tribe did not
like young Eagle Not so with his
pretty daughter, Wild Rose, for she
loved the lad; but as the father for
babe their wedding there was nothing
to do but wait,
Now this tribe lived as we do, on
the side of this beautiful lake. You
can see how the water shines like sill
yer in the moonlight and your fathers
canoe rushing toward the bank now.
1t was then, as now, full of fish, and
our people found its shores a happy
home.
But one morning they awOke 10
find the lake drying up. OF course,
there was great sorrow, for even the
streams grew small and water was
hard to get No one knew what to do
so the chief called together all his
wise men and asked their advice.
After talking long time, the chief
arose and said:
Our tribe is about to die for need
of water. / will give my daughter
Wild Rose, to the young man that will
: restore the lake to it's old state"
Eagle was happy to hear that, fol-
q. he knew an old witch that lived alone
G seldom speaking, but when she did say
I'd anything, it was always useful Eagle
no had given her meat and fish, and wa!
a. the only one not afraid of her ugl.
" looks
a so late at night he stood before tn
X. hays tent
he 81 have come to ask your aid il
nd restoring the water to the lake h
if said. We shall die of thirst if some
an thing is not done at once
M The witch arose and hobbled owe
nd to a ball of crystal which lay on
air VOLTS skin
nj. 81 see what the trouble is sh
as said. 1T is just what l thought. TIL
ad. spring which makes the lake is up O
ms the top of the Ragged Mountain, 2
G. miles from here, and it is Impossible
an to get to the top by climbing, for tn
re- rocks are straight up in the air
see sitting at this spring, the wicke
Dumglum-he is sucking up all tn
water as fast as it rises
or. But what can | do to get rid c
IN him and how can l get there? aske
at Eagle. 4 will do anything for you
ra you will help me-
tle First, you wear the Flying Moo
Of casins, for that is the only way i
Of which you can reach the crest of tn
;ft mountain. Then you must watch III
the Dumglum goes to sleep and thro7
over him this magic powder. If h
q wakes before you finish pouring tn
| powder, he will not die. but simpl
shrivel up till he is no bigger than a.
lapple.'
with this the old witch placed il
Eagles hand small bag of pinkisl
powder, and pair of beautifully bead
ed moccasins or Indian shoes The la
placed them on his feet and the mex
moment found he was high up in tn
air, flying like the wind toward tn
Ragged Mountain on which lived tn
wicked Dumglum''
Tomorrcw's story-"The Flying Moe
casins'-Part II.