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Title: The new world fairy book
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Kennedy, Howard Angus, 1861-
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Publisher: London : Dent
Contributing Library: Scott - York University Libraries
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Come and eat andhunt like a good Indian. But the son could only reply in a chirping littlevoice, It is too late, father. You have killed me atlast, and now I am becoming a bird. And as hespoke he turned into the o-pe-che—the robin red-breast—and flew out of the hole and away to jointhe other birds; but he never flew very far fromwhere men live. The cruel father set out to go back to his wigwam;but he could never find the village again, and after hehad wandered about a long time he lay down in theforest and died; and soon afterwards the redbreastfound him, and buried him under a heap of dry leaves.Every year after that, when the time of the huntersfast came round, the redbreast perched on his fathersempty wigwam and sang the song of the dead. Our robins used to cover up little children withwithered leaves, said Toby, thinking of the babes inthe wood ; but I dont think theyd have taken thetrouble with a wicked, cruel man like that. Grandfather says that everybody was cruel in those
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Father, bring me food I ROBIN REDBREAST s7 days before the missionaries came, said the Indiangirl. And he said it served the boy right for moony-mooning about in the woods, instead of doing what hewas told, Your grandfathers a sensible man, said Renniesmother, who had come to the window to listen. The little Indian girl jumped up, for she was ratherafraid of grown-up white folk, and scurried awaythrough the maple grove to the little log-house by therapids. Whenever Rennie lets his wits go wool-gatheringnow his mother holds up a finger and says, Now,Rennie, remember the moony-mooning boy that gotturned into a robin—and such a great big gawky robin,too! The Wolf Boy. Say, Ossawippi! The Chief heard the big shout long before the littleboy it belonged to rushed into the circle of snowshoe-makers and planted himself on the shavings. Say, Ossawippi, d you ever hear about the Indianboy that got turned into a Robin Redbreast ^ Heard it and told it before you were born orthought of, said Oss

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