EE-CHEE THE FIRST ROBIN
XI. HOW THE ROBIN'S BREAST BECAME RED
XII. HOW THE BEES GOT THEIR STINGS
XIII. THE STORY OF THE FIRST SWALLOWS
XIV. LITTLE LUKE AND A-BAL-KA THE CHIPMUNK
XV. HOW A-BAL-KA GOT HIS BLACK STRIPES
XVI. HOW A-BAL-KA THE CHIPMUNK HELPED MEN
XVII. LITTLE LUKE AND MEE-KO THE RED SQUIRRELS
XVIII. THE STORY OF THE FIRST RED SQUIRRELS
XIX. HOW THE RED SQUIRREL BECAME SMALL
XX. LITTLE LUKE AND MOTHER MIT-CHEE THE RUFFLED PARTRIDGE
XXI. WHY THE FEATHERED FOLK RAISE THEIR HEADS WHEN THEY DRINK
XXII. LITTLE LUKE AND FATHER MIT-CHEE
XXIII. THE STORY OF THE FIRST PARTRIDGE
XXIV. WHY PARTRIDGES DRUM
XXV. MOTHER WA-POOSE AND OLD BOZE THE HOUND
XXVI. MOTHER WA-POOSE AND OLD KLAWS THE HOUSE CAT
XXVII. THE RABBIT DANCE
XXVIII. WHY THE WILD FOLK NO LONGER TALK THE MAN-TALK
XXIX. THE TALE OF SUN-KA THE WISE DOG
XXX. HOW THE DOG'S TONGUE BECAME LONG
XXXI. THE STORY OF THE FAITHFUL DOG

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THE MAGIC SPEECH FLOWER

I. THE FINDING OF THE MAGIC FLOWER

It was June and it was morning. The sky was clear and the sun shone
bright and warm. The still air was filled with the sweet odor of
blossoming flowers. To little Luke, sitting on the doorstep of the
farmhouse and looking out over the fresh fields and green meadows, the
whole earth seemed brimful of happiness and joy.

From the bough of an apple tree on the lawn O-pee-chee the Robin chanted
his morning song. "Te rill, te roo, the sky is blue," sang he.

From the lilac bush Kil-loo the Song Sparrow trilled, "Sweet, sweet,
sweet, sweet, the air is sweet."

Over in the meadows Zeet the Lark fluttered down upon a low bush and
sang, "Come with me, come and see," over and over. Then he dropped down
into the grass and ran off to the nest where his mate was sitting on
five speckled eggs.

Bob-o'-Lincoln went quite out of his wits with the joy of life. He flew
high up into the air, and then came fluttering and falling, falling and
quivering down among the buttercups and daisies. He was very proud of
himself and wanted everybody to know just who he was. So he sang his own
name over and over. With his name-song he mixed up a lot of runs and
trills and thrills that did not mean anything to anybody but himself and
his little mate nestling below him in the grass. To her they meant,
"Life is love, and love is joy."

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