TALE 78 The Fish and the Pond
TALE 79 Smoke Prints of Leaves
TALE 84 Snowflakes, the Sixfold Gems of Snowroba
TALE 94 A Natural Autograph Album
TALE 96 The Animal Dance of Nana-bo-jou
TALE 99 How the Wren Became King of the Birds
TALE 102 The Sweetest Sad Song in the Woods
TALE 103 Springtime, or the Wedding of Maka Ina and El Sol
TALE 105 The Sandpainting of the Fire
TALE 106 The Woodcraft Kalendar
TALE 107 Climbing the Mountain
Books by Ernest Thompson Seton
BY MRS. ERNEST THOMPSON SETON (Published by DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & CO.)
PREFACE
To the Guide
These Mother Carey Tales were written for children of all ages, who have not outgrown the delight of a fairy tale. It might almost be said that they were written chiefly for myself, for I not only have had the pleasure of telling them to the little ones, and enjoying their quick response, but have also had the greater pleasure of thinking them and setting them down.
As I write, I look from a loved window, across a landscape that I love, and my eye rests on a tall beautiful pine planted with my own hands years ago. It is a mass of green fringes, with gem-like tips of buds and baby cones, beautiful, exquisitely beautiful, whether seen from afar as a green spire, or viewed close at hand as jewellery. It is beautiful, fragile and—unimportant, as the world sees it; yet through its wind-waved mass one can get little glimpses of the thing that backs it all, the storm-defying shaft, the enduring rigid living growing trunk of massive timber that gives it the nobility of strength, and adds value to the rest; sometimes it must be sought for, but it always surely is there, ennobling the lesser pretty things.
I hope this tree is a fair image of my fairy tale. I know my child friends will love the piney fringes and the jewel cones, and they can find the unyielding timber in its underlying truth, if they seek for it. If they do not, it is enough to have them love the cones.
All are not fairy tales. Other chapters set forth things to see, thing to do, things to go to, things to know, things to remember. These, sanctified in the blue outdoors, spell "Woodcraft," the one pursuit of man that never dies or palls, the thing that in the bygone ages gifted him and yet again will gift him with the seeing eye, the thinking hand, the body that fails not, the winged soul that stores up precious memories.
It is hoped that these chapters will show how easy and alluring, and how good a thing it is.
While they are meant for the children six years of age and upward, it is assumed that Mother (or Father) will be active as a leader; therefore it is addressed, first of all, to the parent, whom throughout we shall call the "Guide."
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