He went straight to the cave of aeolus. There was Hermes in his cradle playing with the shell just like any other baby.
Apollo was angry and commanded him to stop laughing and crowing and tell him where the white cows were.
Hermes only picked up the shell and breathed softly upon it.
Apollo forgot his anger and everything but the beautiful music. He took Hermes in his arms and kissed him and begged him to teach him his secret.
Hermes was glad to be so easily forgiven. He gave Apollo the lyre and taught him many ways to play upon it. Apollo was soon able to make even sweeter music than Hermes, and he afterwards became the god of music.
He was so thankful to Hermes for his gift that he gave him a wonderful rod called the caduceus.
Whatever Hermes touched with the rod became wise, loving and unselfish.
One time he saw two hissing serpents about to spring at each other in fury.
He touched them with the caduceus. Instantly they twined themselves lovingly around the rod and never again left it.
Apollo also gave Hermes charge over all the cows in the blue meadow.
Hermes loved the cows and often took them with him on his journeys.
He was a wild youth and a great traveler, and so it happens that in nearly all the countries of the world Hermes and his white cows have been seen.
IRIS' BRIDGE.
In the sky where the amber tints are seen on the clouds, Iris was born.
She loved her home and all the beautiful things around her.
Perhaps she sailed in the moon's silver boat and knew why the stars kept twinkling.
Perhaps she feasted on sunshine and dew, and slept on the soft white clouds.
More than anything in her sky-home, Iris loved her grandfather, the stern old ocean.
When he was merry, and drove his white horses over the water, she was happy.
When he was troubled, and the sky grew dark and sad, she quietly slipped her hand into his.
Instantly he smiled, and became gentle again.
He longed always to keep her with him, but the Sun said:
"No, Iris belongs to both ocean and sky.
"Let her be the messenger between heaven and earth."
They placed golden wings upon her shoulders and made her a bridge of beautiful colors.
One end of the bridge they rested in the sky, but the other Iris could fasten to the earth with a pot of gold.
This was the way Iris' path was made:
The earth gave the tints of her fairest flowers, the sea brought great ribbons of silvery mist, the wind was the shuttle, the sky was the loom and the Sun himself was the weaver.
It is no wonder that the most beautiful thing in all the world is Iris'
bridge, the rainbow.
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