imple affair,--just a few crooked
sticks. The lining is of leaves and a few pieces of loose bark which
we picked up.

"Come and see me sometime, Mr. Raven. I will show my babies to you.
They are wonderful birdlings with bright yellow eyes and bluish bills.

"Just now I must be off. I see Mrs. Speckle has ventured out from the
bushes again and that little girl with the flapping hat--"

The little girl and the "flapping hat" sprang up from the fence-corner
with such a shout that the chicken-hawk circled away into the air and
did not return that day.

The raven flew away, crying sadly, "Caw! Caw! Caw!" Mother Speckle
went on quietly catching bugs for her downy babies.

THE FIRST HAWK

During the short Greenland summer the Eskimos live along the seacoast.
They put up their strange skin huts and hunt and fish and make merry
through the season when the sun shines at midnight.

Now in places along the Greenland coast there are steep high cliffs.
Here the birds which fly farther north in summer make their nests.

Often, as the Eskimo sits by his campfire, he hears the half-angry,
half-sad cry of "Kea! Kea! Kea!" Looking up then, he often sees a
lonely hawk sitting on the highest, most desolate cliff.

The Eskimo father laughs when he hears this cry and sees the lonely
bird on the cliff top. Then the little Eskimo children creep nearer to
their father with certainty that a new story is in store for them.

"Tell us the story of the hawk!" the Eskimo children cry eagerly.

This then is the story which the Eskimo father tells to his little ones
"in their funny furry clothes."

"Long, long ago in a tiny Eskimo village, there lived a strange-looking
old woman. Her neck was so short that she really looked as though she
had no neck at all and as though her head was set upon her shoulders.

"People laughed when they saw the funny-looking old woman. Some were
so unkind as to make fun of her strange appearance.

"This unkindness made the old woman very unhappy.

"By and bye the children of the village went every day to the hut of
the old woman to play.

"They teased and tormented her. If she raised the bearskin curtain at
the doorway and spoke to them they did not heed her.

"'Short neck! Short neck!' the rude children shouted. Then they stood
and laughed at her.

"So it came that the poor old woman grew more and more unhappy. To
escape her tormentors she often climbed to the cliff tops and sat o