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HOW THE ROBIN BURNED HIS BREAST
Some Indian hunters once made their way north to hunt for moose. It was at the time of Falling Leaves.
But the man did not give up. Again and again he cried aloud, “Some one will come and help me! Some one will come and help me!”--
One day, as he lay there too weak to rise, the fire flickered and went out. It seemed that he must die. But even then he did not give up. Again and again, with his weak voice he cried, “Some one will come and help me!”
And some one did come and help him. His cry was heard, for a bird came flying in through the smoke hole in the roof of the lodge.
The bird had such a cheery, brave voice that the man felt better the moment he flew in. The bird said to the man, “I was near; I heard you calling. I have come to help you.”
The brave little bird kept on carrying twigs until the fire burned hot, and the lodge was warm once more.
When the bird had flown into the lodge he had a clean white breast. After the fire was built, his breast was covered with red and brown spots. He tried to pick them off with his bill, but they would not come off. Instead, they seemed to spread, and his whole breast became red-brown, when he was fanning the fire into flame.
But the little bird did not care if he had soiled his white breast, and burned it red-brown. Had he not brought cheer and life to a dying man?
He chirped a few glad notes, then said to the man, “I will go now, but I shall be near your lodge. When you need me, call, and I will come again.”
Later in the day, the man again called for help. The fire was getting low, and he was not yet strong enough to go out and gather twigs. Again the bird came to his aid. In and out he flew, many times, after small branches and twigs, until they were piled high on the fire, and once more it crackled and burned.
There was a little wood in the lodge. The man placed it on the fire, and the warmth healed the man, so that soon he was well and strong again.
Once more he went on the moose trail, and this time his arrows brought him moose. In a short time the hunter had all the meat, skins, and moose hair he wanted. The moose hair he was taking to his wife, to work into pretty forms on his moccasins.
And ever since, Robin Redbreast has continued to come and build his nest close to the lodges of men, for Robin Redbreast is a friend to
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