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This lovely book contains the tales and adventures of two children
in a museum where they discover the lives and folklore of Native
Americans and the natural world around. This book was originally
published in 1918 and is considered a classic in American Nature
writing. The book is decorated with Milo Winter's fabulous ink
drawing an coloured plates. Pook Press celebrates the great Golden
Age of Illustration in children's literature. We are working to
republish these classic works in affordable, high quality, colour
editions, using the original text and artwork so these works can
delight another generation of children.
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at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - I confess to a great liking for the
Indian fashion of name-giving: every man known by that phrase which
best expresses him to whoso names him. Thus he may be
Mighty-Hunter, or Man-Afraid-of-a-Bear, accor-ding as he is called
by friend or enemy, and Scar-Face to those who knew him by the
eye's grasp only. No other fashion, I think, sets so well with the
various natures that inhabit in us, and if you agree with me you
will understand why so few names are written here as they appear in
the geography. For if I love a lake known by the name of the man
who discovered it, which endears itself by reason of the
close-locked pines it nourishes about its borders, you may look in
my account to find it so described. But if the Indians have been
there before me, you shall have their name, which is always
beautifully fit and does not originate in the poor human desire for
perpetuity. Nevertheless there are certain peaks, canons, and clear
meadow spaces which are above all compassing of words, and have a
certain fame as of the nobly great to whom we give no familiar
names. Guided by these you may reach my country and find or not
find, according as it lieth in you, much that is set down here. And
more. The earth is no wanton to give up all her best to every
comer, but keeps a sweet, separate intimacy for each.
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