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The Fire Bird

The Fire Bird

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THE FIRE BIRD



BOOKS BY
GENE STRATTON-PORTER

Nature Books
The Song of the Cardinal
Friends in Feathers
Birds of the Bible
Music of the Wild
Moths of the Limberlost
Morning Face
Homing With the Birds

Nature Stories
Freckles
A Girl of the Limberlost
At the Foot of the Rainbow
The Harvester
Laddie
Michael O'Halloran
A Daughter of the Land
Her Father's Daughter
The Fire Bird











"Medicine Man, O Medicine Man,
Make for me a new, a sure medicine
That will ease my scorched heart
Of the fire of a flaming red bird
And take from my tortured hands
Their burden of moon white lilies."




THE FIRE BIRD

GENE
STRATTON-PORTER,


ILLUSTRATIONS
BY GORDON GRANT

DECORATIONS BY
LEE THAYER


GARDEN CITY, N. Y., AND TORONTO
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
1922




COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY
GENE STRATTON-PORTER

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, INCLUDING THAT OF TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES, INCLUDING THE SCANDINAVIAN

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES
AT
THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y.


First Edition




TO

EDWARD SHERIFF CURTIS

BLOOD BROTHER TO THE INDIANS BY CEREMONIAL
SPIRIT BROTHER TO HIS FELLOW MEN BY BIRTH


 

CONTENTS
 
  PAGE
PART I
The Love Dance of Princess Yiada 1
 
PART II
Coüy-oüy and Mountain Lion 22
 
PART III
Yiada's Flight to the Mandanas 49

 

ILLUSTRATIONS
 
Princess Yiada and the Medicine Man Frontispiece
FACING PAGE
Coüy-oüy and Mountain Lion 22
 
Star Face and Dove Eye 49


THE FIRE BIRD

PART I

THE LOVE DANCE OF YIADA

Medicine Man, O Medicine Man,
Make for me High Magic.
I, Yiada, daughter of White Wolf,
Mighty Chief of the Canawacs,
Mate of Star Face, Brave of the Mandanas,
I of your blood, I have said it!

From the roots of the white toluache lilies
Make me a strong medicine
That will drown my scorching spirit-fire
And empty my hands of their fulness.
Beat your sacred turtle drums
Loud and threateningly.
Drive back to the fear peopled forest
Of the far and dread Shadow Land
The flaming ghost of the fire bird
And the white flower of the still water.
Heal me of the dread head-sickness
Like the midsummer madness
Of foaming-mouthed quiota.

I, Yiada, proud daughter of the fierce Canawacs,
I, mate of the Brave, Star Face,

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