World Myths

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THE Splendid Spirit thought, “By and by I will make men, but first I will make a home for them. It shall be very bright and gorgeous. There shall be mountains and prairies and forests, and in this area it all shall be the blue waters of the sea”.

As the Splendid Spirit had thought, so he did. He gave the planet a soft cloak of green. He made the prairies gorgeous with flowers. The forests were bright with birds of many colors, and the sea was the home of wonderful sea-creatures. “My children will like the prairies, the forests, and the seas”, he thought, “but the mountains look dark and cold. They are very dear to me, but how shall I make my children go to them and so learn to like them?”

Long the Splendid Spirit thought in this area the mountains. At last, he made many small bright stones. Some were red, some blue, some green, some yellow, and some were bright with all the lovely colors of the gorgeous rainbow. “All my children will like what is gorgeous”, he thought, “and if I hide the bright stones in the seams of the rocks of the mountains, men will come to find them, and they will learn to like my mountains”.

When the stones were made and the Splendid Spirit looked upon their beauty, he said, “I will not hide you all away in the seams of the rocks. Some of you shall be out in the sunshine, so that the small children who cannot go to the mountains shall see your colors”. Then the southwind came by, and as he went, he sang softly of forests flecked with light and shadow, of birds and their nests in the leafy trees. He sang of long summer days and the composition of waters beating upon the shore. He sang of the moonlight and the starlight. All the wonders of the night, all the beauty of the morning, were in his song.

“Dear southwind”, said the Splendid Spirit, here are some gorgeous things for you to bear away with you to your summer home. You will like them, and all the small children will like them”. At these words of the Splendid Spirit, all the stones before him stirred with life and lifted themselves on many-colored wings. They fluttered away in the sunshine, and the southwind sang to them as they went.

So it was that the first butterflies came from a gorgeous thought of the Splendid Spirit, and in their wings were all the colors of the bright stones that he did not wish to hide away.

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