How The Partridge Built Good Canoes For All The Birds, And A Bad One For Himself

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Title:     How The Partridge Built Good Canoes For All The Birds, And A Bad One For Himself
Author: Charles G. Leland [More Titles by Leland]

[How The Partridge Built Good Canoes For All The Birds, And A Bad One For Himself]

When a partridge beats upon a hollow log he makes a noise like an Indian at work upon a canoe, and when an Indian taps at a canoe it sounds afar off like the drumming of a partridge, even of _Mitchihess_. And this comes because that _N'karnayoo_, of ancient days, the Partridge, was the canoe builder for all the other birds. Yes, for all at once.

And on a certain day they every one assembled, and each got into his bark, and truly it was a brave sight to see. First of all _Kicheeplagon_, the Eagle, entered his great shell and paddled off, using the ends of his wings; and then came _Ko-ko-kas_, the Owl, doing the same; and, _Kosqu'_, the Crane, _Wee-sow-wee-hessis_, the Bluebird, _Tjidge-is-skwess_, the Snipe, and _Meg-sweit-tchip-sis_, the Blackbird, all came sailing proudly after. Even the tiny _A-la-Mussit_, the Humming-Bird, had a dear little boat, and for him the good Partridge had made a pretty little paddle, only that some thought it rather large, for it was almost an inch long. And _Ishmegwess_, the Fish-Hawk, who lived on the wing, cried in amazement, "_Akweden skouje_!" "A canoe is coming!" when he beheld this beautiful squadron standing out to sea.

But when _Mitchihess_, the great builder, was asked why he had not built a canoe for himself, he merely looked mysterious and drummed. And being further questioned by the birds, he shook his head, and at last hinted that when he built a canoe unto himself it would be indeed a marvel; yea, a wonder such as even birds' eyes had never beheld,--an entire novelty, and something to dream of. And this went on for many days.

But in due time it was noised abroad that the wonderful canoe had at last been really built, and would soon be shown. And at an appointed time all the birds assembled on the banks to behold this new thing. Now the Partridge had reasoned that if a boat having two ends could be rowed in two ways, one which was all ends, all round, could be rowed in every way. So he had made a canoe which was exactly like a nest, or perfectly round. And this idea had greatly amazed the honest feathered folk, who were astonished that so simple a thing had not occurred to all of them.

But what was their wonder when Partridge, having entered his canoe and proceeded to paddle, made no headway at all; for it simply turned round and round, and ever and again the same way, let him work it as he would. And after wearying himself and all in vain, he went ashore, and, flying far inland, hid himself for very shame under the low bushes, on the earth, where he yet remains. This is the reason why he never seeks the sea or rivers, and has ever since remained an inland bird. [Footnote: Having met Mr. Louis Mitchell, the Indian member of the legislature in Maine, one day in Eastport, I asked him to occupy the few minutes which would pass before I should take the steamboat for Calais by telling me a story. He complied by narrating the foregoing. It is very remarkable that the Indian story-tellers of ancient days should have taken it into their heads to satirize an idea which has been of late carried out completely by the Russian Admiral Popoff, in his celebrated circular war steamer. The story and all the Indian words in it are Passamaquoddy.]

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Charles G. Leland's short story: How The Partridge Built Good Canoes For All The Birds, And A Bad One For Himself

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