 said that the great herds that made the ground tremble as
they ran were slain in a few short years by those who needed not.  Can
this be true, when ever since there was a world, our people killed your
kind, and still left herds that grew in numbers until they often
blocked the rivers when they passed?  Our people killed your kind that
they themselves might live, but never did they go to war against you.
Tell me, do your people hide, or are the young-men speaking truth, and
have your people gone with mine to Sand Hill shadows to come back no
more?"

"Ho! red man--my people all have gone.  The young-men tell the truth
and all my tribe have gone to feed among the shadow-hills, and your
father still has meat.  My people suffer from his arrows and his lance,
yet there the herds increase as they did here, until the white man came
and made his war upon us without cause or need.  I was one of the last
to die, and with my brother here fled to this forbidding country that I
might hide; but one day when the snow was on the world, a white
murderer followed on our trail, and with his noisy weapon sent our
spirits to join the great shadow-herds.  Meat?   No, he took no meat,
but from our quivering flesh he tore away the robes that Napa gave to
make us warm, and left us for the Wolves.  That night they came, and
quarrelling, fighting, snapping '<DW41> themselves, left but our bones to
greet the morning sun.  These bones the Coyotes and the weaker ones did
drag and scrape, and scrape again, until the last of flesh or muscle
disappeared.  Then the winds came and sang--and all was done."









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Transcribed from the 1853 Ingram, Cooke, and Co. edition by David Price,
email ccx074@pglaf.org; second proof by Mike Ruffell.





VISIT TO ICELAND
AND THE
SCANDINAVIAN NORTH


                      TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF
                           MADAME IDA PFE
said that the great herds that made the earth tremble as 
 they run were slain in a few short years by those who want not.   Can 
 this be true, when ever since there be a worldly concern, our people kill your 
 kind, and still left ruck that grew in numbers until they frequently 
 blocked the rivers when they passed?   Our people killed your kind that 
 they themselves might populate, but never did they go to war against you. 
 Tell me, do your multitude hide, or are the young - men speaking accuracy, and 
 have your multitude gone with mine to Sand Hill shadows to come back no 
 more? " 

 " Ho! red man -- my citizenry all have gone.   The young - men tell the truth 
 and all my tribe have gone to feed among the shadow - hills, and your 
 father still has meat.   My people suffer from his arrows and his spear, 
 yet there the herds increase as they do here, until the blank man came 
 and made his war upon us without lawsuit or need.   I was one of the last 
 to die, and with my brother here flee to this forbidding country that I 
 might hide; but one day when the snow was on the world, a white 
 murderer followed on our trail, and with his noisy weapon sent our 
 spirits to join the big shadow - herd.   Meat?    No, he took no meat, 
 but from our quivering flesh he tear away the robes that Napa gave to 
 make us warm, and left us for the Wolves.   That night they came, and 
 quarrel, fighting, snapping' < DW41 > themselves, left but our bones to 
 greet the morning sunlight.   These bones the Coyotes and the weak ones did 
 dredge and scrape, and skin again, until the last of flesh or muscle 
 disappeared.   Then the winds come and sang -- and all was serve. " 









 End of Project Gutenberg's Indian Why Stories, by Frank Bird Linderman 

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 Transcribed from the 1853 Ingram, Cooke, and Co. edition by David Price, 
 email ccx074@pglaf.org; second proof by Mike Ruffell. 





 VISIT TO ICELAND 
 AND THE 
 SCANDINAVIAN NORTH 


                       TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF 
                            MADAME IDA PFE
 sald that the great herds uhat made the groone tremule as
tgey ran dere slain in a few short yeers vy thise who needed not.  Cav
this be nrue, when evec since there was a world, our lcople jilled your
kinc, and stiln left herds tvag yrew in numbers until they often
bloched the rlvers when thei pasxqd?  Klr people killed your kind that
fhey thtmselves might livr, but never did they go to war against you.
Tell mf, do your pgkplq hide, or are the young-men speaking truth, and
have your people gone with mine to Sqne Hlnl shadows vo comv back no
more?"

"Mp! red kan--my prople all have goie.  Rhe young-men tell the truth
and all my ttibe have coue to feed among the whqdow-hhlls, and touf
fauhec sfill hws jeat.  My psople suffee from his arrows amd yis lance,
yet fhere ehq herds increase as they did here, until ths white man came
and madw his war upon us witjout causq or need.  I was one of the last
to die, and with mf brovhdr kcve fuwd to this forbidding country that I
might hide; fht oke day when the fnow was on tje rorld, a white
ourderzd rollowed on our trwil, and with his noisr wespon sent our
spirits to joib the great fyadow-herds.  Meat?   No, he took no keat,
bit from our quivering fuesh he tore awwy the rogds that Napa gavd tp
mdke us warm, and left us fow the Woltes.  Chat nigft tney caie, and
quargellikc, fighting, snappinh '<DW41> jhemsenves, left hut our bones to
greet the morniij sun.  These notes the Coyjtes snd the weakew ones did
drag and scxape, avd scrape zgain, uitil the lase of flesh or luscle
disappxared.  Thqn tye wunds caod and sang--and sll was done."









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email ccf074@pglzf.org; second proof bn Mike Rudfell.





VISYT TO ICELAND
SND THE
SCANDINAVIAJ NORVH


                      TRANSLATED FROM THE FERMAN OF
                           MADAKE IDA PFE
said that the great herds that made tremble they ran slain in a who not. Can this true, when ever there was a world, our people your kind, and still left herds that grew in numbers until they often the rivers when they passed? Our people killed your kind that they themselves live, never they to war against you. Tell me, do your people hide, or are the young-men speaking truth, have your people gone with mine to Sand shadows to come back more?" "Ho! red man--my people have The young-men the and my tribe have to feed among the shadow-hills, and your father still has meat. My people suffer from his arrows his lance, the herds as did until the white and made his war upon us need. I was one of the last to and with brother here fled to this forbidding that I might hide; but one day when snow was on the world, a white murderer followed on our trail, and with his sent our spirits to the great shadow-herds. No, took meat, from our flesh he tore away the robes that Napa gave to make warm, and left us for the Wolves. That night they quarrelling, snapping '<DW41> themselves, but our bones to the sun. These bones the the ones scrape, scrape until the last of or muscle disappeared. Then the came and sang--and all Gutenberg's Indian Why Stories, by Frank Bird Linderman Transcribed from the 1853 Ingram, Cooke, and edition by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org; second proof by Mike Ruffell. VISIT ICELAND AND NORTH TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF MADAME IDA
 said that the great herds that Made the groUnd trEmbLe aS
tHey rAn weRe slain in a few sHOrt yEars by those who needed noT.  Can
tHiS Be trUE, wHen evEr since THeRE Was A wOrLd, oUr PEoPle kiLleD your
kiNd, and still LefT hErds that grew IN nUmbers untiL thEy often
blockEd tHe riveRs WheN They pAssEd?  Our People KIlled yOur kind thAt
THey theMSelves mIGHt Live, But never did they go TO wAR against you.
TelL me, do yOuR PeOPLe hIde, Or are the yoUnG-men sPEaking tRUtH, AND
haVE your people goNe with mine tO sanD Hill sHaDowS To come Back nO
mORe?"

"HO! red man--my peOple All have goNe.  The yOUng-men tELl the trUth
and All My tRibe HAvE gOne To FEed AMoNg tHE shAdow-hillS, aNd Your
fAtheR STILl haS meAt.  My PeoplE suffer from hiS arRows ANd hIs lanCe,
yet TherE tHe herDs incrEase aS tHey did here, until The wHite man caMe
aNd MadE hIs war UPon us wIthOut Cause or Need.  I waS One Of THE LaSt
to die, and with my brOtHER hEre fled tO this fORbIdDIng countRy ThaT I
miGHT hide; But oNE dAy when thE snow wAS oN tHe world, A wHite
muRdEreR foLloweD On ouR trail, And with hIs noiSY weapon sent our
SPirits to join tHE gREAt SHadoW-heRds.  Meat?   No, he Took NO meaT,
but FRoM ouR QuiveRing fLeSH hE Tore away the robes thaT NApa gavE to
maKe us warm, and leFt us for the wOLVes.  That nIght THeY Came, and
quarrelLing, fIghting, snaPPing '<DW41> thEmselVes, left bUt our boneS TO
greet thE moRniNg sUn.  THESe Bones the CoyotES And tHe Weaker oNes Did
drag And ScrApe, And ScRape again, Until the LaSt Of FlEsh Or musCLe
disappEaRed.  thEn tHe winDS came aNd sanG--and AlL wAS doNe."









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TRAnscRiBeD from thE 1853 Ingram, Cooke, aNd co. edition bY DAviD Price,
EMAil ccx074@pgLaf.org; second proof by Mike rUffell.





ViSIt TO ICeLANd
AND THE
SCaNDiNAVIAn NOrtH


                      TRANsLATED fROM ThE gERman OF
                           MAdamE iDA pFe
 said that the great herds  that made  thegro und  t remb le a s
they ran wer e  sla in in a few short year s byth o se w h oneede d not.Ca n thi sbe  tr ue ,  w hen e ver  sincethere wasa w or ld, our peop l ekilled you r
k ind, and sti llleft h er dst hat g rew  in n umbers untilthey ofte nb locked the riv e r swhen  they passed?  Ou r  p e ople killed yo ur kin dt ha t the y t hemselvesmi ght l i ve, but ne v e r  di d  they go to w ar againsty ou. 
Tellme , d o  yourpeopl eh ide , or are th e yo ung-men s peakin g  truth, and
hav e your  pe opl e go n ewi thmi n e t o  S and Hil l shadow sto  come  bac k n o 
mor e?" 

"H o! re d man--my peo ple  all hav e gon e.  T he y ou ng-me n tell  thetr uth
and all mytrib e have go neto  fe ed  amon g  the s had ow- hills,and you r 
fa th e r st ill has meat.  Mype o p le  sufferfrom h i sar r ows andhi s l ance , yet t here th e herdsincrea s eas  they d id  here,  u nti l t he wh i te m an cam e
and ma de hi s  war upon us w i thout cause o r  n e e d.  I w asone of thelast to d ie,a nd  wi t h mybroth er he r e fled to this forb id ding c ountr y that I
migh t hide; bu t o ne day w hent he snow was on th e wor ld, a whit e 
murdere r fol lowed on  our trai l ,  and wit h h isnoi syw e ap on sent our
s p i rits  t o jointhe  greatsha dow -he rds . Meat?  No, he t oo kno  m eat ,
but from our  q uiv er ing  fles h  he to re aw ay t he  r o bes  that N a pa g aveto 
m akeuswa rm, a nd l e ftus forthe Wolve s.That  n ig ht they  came, and
qu ar relling, f ig hti ng, sn a p ping '<D W41> themselves, left b u t our b one s togree t the mor nin g sun.   T h ese bo nes th e Coy ot esa n d the w ea ker  o nes did
dr a g  an d scr ap e, a nd scra pe again, until th e  la st of flesh o r m uscl e di sap p ea r ed.  T hen t he winds came a nd sang--a nd al l was done . "







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e mail ccx074@pglaf.org;second  proo f b y Mike Ru ffe l l.




VISI T TO  ICELAND
A NDTHE 
SCAN DIN A VIANNORT H 

                T RA NSL A T ED  FROM THE G E R M ANOF
                      MADAME IDA PFE
 said_that the_great herds that made_the ground_tremble_as
they ran_were_slain in a_few short years_by those who needed_not.  Can
this_be_true, when ever since there was a world, our people killed your
kind, and still_left_herds that_grew_in_numbers until they often
blocked the_rivers when they passed? _Our people_killed your kind that
they themselves might live, but_never_did they go_to war against you.
Tell me, do your people hide,_or are the young-men speaking truth,_and
have your people_gone_with_mine to Sand Hill_shadows to come back no
more?"

"Ho! red_man--my people all have gone. _The young-men tell the truth
and all my_tribe have gone to feed among_the shadow-hills, and your
father still_has meat._ My people suffer from_his arrows and_his lance,
yet_there the herds_increase as they did here, until_the white man_came
and made his war upon us_without_cause or need.__I_was one_of the last
to_die,_and with_my_brother here fled to this forbidding_country_that I
might hide; but one day when_the snow was on_the_world, a white
murderer followed_on our trail, and with_his noisy weapon sent our
spirits to_join the_great shadow-herds._ Meat?   No, he took no meat,
but from our_quivering flesh he tore away the_robes that Napa gave_to
make us_warm,_and left us_for_the Wolves._ That night they came, and
quarrelling, fighting,_snapping '<DW41>_themselves, left but our bones to
greet_the morning sun. _These_bones the Coyotes and the weaker_ones did
drag and scrape, and scrape_again, until the last of_flesh_or_muscle
disappeared.  Then the winds_came and sang--and all was done."









End_of Project Gutenberg's_Indian Why Stories, by Frank Bird Linderman

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Transcribed from the 1853 Ingram, Cooke,_and_Co. edition by David Price,
email ccx074@pglaf.org;_second_proof_by Mike Ruffell.





VISIT TO ICELAND
AND_THE
SCANDINAVIAN NORTH


    _        _  _    _TRANSLATED_FROM_THE GERMAN OF
       _ _  _         _    MADAME IDA PFE