The Indian Fairy Book | Page 2

music in the air. He looked up in
the direction they came from, and as the magic notes died away he saw
a small object, like a little summer cloud that approaches the earth,
floating down from above. At first it was very small, and seemed as if it
could have been blown away by the first breeze that came along; but it
rapidly grew as he gazed upon it, and the music every moment came
clearer and more sweetly to his ear. As it neared the earth it appeared as
a basket, and it was filled with twelve sisters, of the most lovely forms
and enchanting beauty.
As soon as the basket touched the ground they leaped out, and began
straightway to dance, in the most joyous manner, around the magic ring,
striking, as they did so, a shining ball, which uttered the most ravishing
melodies, and kept time as they danced.
The White Hawk, from his concealment, entranced, gazed upon their
graceful forms and movements. He admired them all, but he was most

pleased with the youngest. He longed to be at her side, to embrace her,
to call her his own; and unable to remain longer a silent admirer, he
rushed out and endeavored to seize this twelfth beauty who so
enchanted him. But the sisters, with the quickness of birds, the moment
they descried the form of a man, leaped back into the basket, and were
drawn up into the sky.
Lamenting his ill-luck, Waupee gazed longingly upon the fairy basket
as it ascended and bore the lovely sisters from his view. "They are
gone," he said, "and I shall see them no more."
He returned to his solitary lodge, but he found no relief to his mind. He
walked abroad, but to look at the sky, which had withdrawn from his
sight the only being he had ever loved, was painful to him now.
The next day, selecting the same hour, the White Hawk went back to
the prairie, and took his station near the ring; in order to deceive the
sisters, he assumed the form of an opossum, and sat among the grass as
if he were there engaged in chewing the cud. He had not waited long
when he saw the cloudy basket descend, and heard the same sweet
music falling as before. He crept slowly toward the ring; but the instant
the sisters caught sight of him they were startled, and sprang into their
car. It rose a short distance when one of the elder sisters spoke:
"Perhaps," she said, "it is come to show us how the game is played by
mortals."
"Oh no," the youngest replied; "quick, let us ascend."
And all joining in a chant, they rose out of sight.
Waupee, casting off his disguise, walked sorrowfully back to his
lodge--but ah, the night seemed very long to lonely White Hawk! His
whole soul was filled with the thought of the beautiful sister.
Betimes, the next day, he returned to the haunted spot, hoping and
fearing, and sighing as though his very soul would leave his body in its
anguish. He reflected upon the plan he should follow to secure success.

He had already failed twice; to fail a third time would be fatal. Near by
he found an old stump, much covered with moss, and just then in use as
the residence of a number of mice, who had stopped there on a
pilgrimage to some relatives on the other side of the prairie. The White
Hawk was so pleased with their tidy little forms that he thought he, too,
would be a mouse, especially as they were by no means formidable to
look at, and would not be at all likely to create alarm.
He accordingly, having first brought the stump and set it near the ring,
without further notice became a mouse, and peeped and sported about,
and kept his sharp little eyes busy with the others; but he did not forget
to keep one eye up toward the sky, and one ear wide open in the same
direction.
It was not long before the sisters, at their customary hour, came down
and resumed their sport.
"But see," cried the younger sister, "that stump was not there before."
She ran off, frightened, toward the basket. Her sisters only smiled, and
gathering round the old tree-stump, they struck it, in jest, when out ran
the mice, and among them Waupee. They killed them all but one,
which was pursued by the younger sister. Just as she had raised a silver
stick which she held in her hand to put an end to it, too, the form of the
White Hawk arose, and he clasped his prize in his arms. The other
eleven sprang to their basket, and were drawn