th rage at the violence of his opponent, Singh Rajah
sprang down to kill him at once, but no other lion was there--only the
treacherous reflection--and the sides of the well were so steep that
he could not get out again to punish the two jackals, who peeped over
the top. After struggling for some time in the deep water, he sank to
rise no more. And the little jackals threw stones down upon him from
above, and danced round and round the well, singing: "Ao! Ao! Ao! Ao!
The king of the forest is dead, is dead! We have killed the great lion
who would have killed us! Ao! Ao! Ao! Ao! Ring-a-ting--ding-a-ting!
Ring-a-ting--ding-a-ting! Ao! Ao! Ao!"

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AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES

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THE WHITE STONE CANOE

ADAPTED BY H. R. SCHOOLCRAFT

There was once a very beautiful Indian maiden, who died suddenly on
the day she was to have been married to a handsome young warrior. He
was also brave, but his heart was not proof against this loss. From
the hour she was buried, there was no more joy or peace for him.

He went often to visit the spot where the women had buried her, and
sat musing there, when, it was thought by some of his friends, he
would have done better to try to amuse himself in the chase, or by
diverting his thoughts in the warpath. But war and hunting had both
lost their charms for him. His heart was already dead within him. He
pushed aside both his war-club and his bow and arrows.

He had heard the old people say, that there was a path that led to the
land of souls, and he determined to follow it. He accordingly set out,
one morning, after having completed his preparations for the journey.
At first he hardly knew which way to go. He was only guided by the
tradition that he must go south. For a while he could see no change in
the face of the country. Forests, and hills, and valleys, and streams
had the same looks which they wore in his native place.

There was snow on the ground when he set out, and it was sometimes
seen to be piled and matted on the thick trees and bushes. At length
it began to diminish, and finally disappeared. The forest assumed a
more cheerful appearance, the leaves put forth their buds, and before
he was aware of the completeness of the change, he found himself
surrounded by spring.

He had left behind him the land of snow and ice. The air became mild,
the dark clouds of winter had rolled away from the