: For Kindergarten And Class I.
: Children Stories To Tell

This is the story an Indian woman told a little white boy who lived with

his father and mother near the Indians' country; and Tavwots is the name

of the little rabbit.

But once, long ago, Tavwots was not little,--he was the largest of all

four-footed things, and a mighty hunter. He used to hunt every day; as

soon as it was day, and light enough to see, he used to get up, and go to

his hunting. But every d
y he saw the track of a great foot on the trail,

before him. This troubled him, for his pride was as big as his body.

"Who is this," he cried, "that goes before me to the hunting, and makes so

great a stride? Does he think to put me to shame?"

"T'-sst!" said his mother, "there is none greater than thou."

"Still, there are the footprints in the trail," said Tavwots.

And the next morning he got up earlier; but still the great footprints and

the mighty stride were before him. The next morning he got up still

earlier; but there were the mighty foot-tracks and the long, long stride.

"Now I will set me a trap for this impudent fellow," said Tavwots, for he

was very cunning. So he made a snare of his bowstring and set it in the

trail overnight.

And when in the morning he went to look, behold, he had caught the sun in

his snare! All that part of the earth was beginning to smoke with the heat

of it.

"Is it you who made the tracks in my trail?" cried Tavwots.

"It is I," said the sun; "come and set me free, before the whole earth is


Then Tavwots saw what he had to do, and he drew his sharp hunting-knife

and ran to cut the bowstring. But the heat was so great that he ran back

before he had done it; and when he ran back he was melted down to half his

size! Then the earth began to burn, and the smoke curled up against the


"Come again, Tavwots," cried the sun.

And Tavwots ran again to cut the bowstring. But the heat was so great that

he ran back before he had done it, and he was melted down to a quarter of

his size!

"Come again, Tavwots, and quickly," cried the sun, "or all the world will

be burnt up."

And Tavwots ran again; this time he cut the bowstring and set the sun

free. But when he got back he was melted down to the size he is now! Only

one thing is left of all his greatness: you may still see by the print of

his feet as he leaps in the trail, how great his stride was when he caught

the sun in his snare.