"How lovely she is!" said the crane leader. "And how lonely she seems!"
"How thin her dress is!" said another crane.
"See, she is weeping!" cried a third. Just at that moment the maiden looked up and saw the flock of cranes above her.
"Oh," she cried, "you are going to the summer-land. I wish I had wings. I would fly away with you!
"Alas! in this cold, cheerless Northland I shall starve and freeze. I have no home. I have no friends.
"There is no oil in my stone stove! There is no meat in my kettle.
What shall I do when the thick snow flies and the winter winds cut like knives?"
The crane leader looked down at the beautiful maiden in pity. The whole flock, young and old, were filled with a wish to help the girl.
It was very sad, they said, that one so young and lovely should ever be cold or hungry or unhappy.
"Let us carry the maiden with us to the summer-land!" whispered a young crane.
"Yes, let us take her to the land of ever-lasting summer," begged an old crane.
"There she might gather food from the grain-fields. She might pick berries by the roadside. She might drink from the clear, cool brooks that run to the sea," said the leader.
Following their leader, the whole flock swept down to the earth. They gathered about the lovely, lonely maiden.
They lifted her on their widespread wings and bore her up into the air.
The maiden's long dark hair floated out like a cloud. She smiled happily as the cranes with one voice told her of the summer-land to which they would carry her.
With wings outspread, that she might not fall, the cranes bore the maiden away. Day and night, night and day, they carried her and never seemed to tire.
And the maiden had no fear. She laughed in sheer happiness when they told her again and again of the beautiful country to which they journeyed.
For into that land, the cranes told her, neither cold nor hunger came.
They would show her the richest grain-fields. They would tell her where the sweetest berries grew. They would show her wondrous blossoms which grew for her in the distant summer-land.
The beautiful maiden was never again seen in the cold, dreary Northland, for to this day she wanders beside the sweet-voiced streams in the far-off summer-land.
But season by season the cranes, with wide-spread wings and hoarse cries, return to the Northland at nesting-time.
There they remain through the short sunny summer, but when the first snowflakes flutter through the air the cranes prepare to fly away.
And even to this day they circle about on widespread wings as though they again carried the beautiful maiden.
Even to this day the cranes, young and old, shout so loudly the praises of the summer-land that their voices are hoarse and harsh.
ALL ABOUT THE GREAT BLUE HERON OR BLUE CRANE
SUGGESTIONS FOR FIELD LESSONS
Usually resident throughout the year. Lives in marshy, swampy places.
Head and throat white, with long black crest.--Very long neck covered with light gray feathers--darker on chest--back, ashy gray--darker wings--a touch of red on bend of wings and legs.
Long legs, which are black.
Long bill, which is yellow, sharp, and strong.
Food--mostly fish, frogs, and small reptiles. Feeds near sunset.
Nest very simple--sometimes directly on ground or rocks--at other times a rickety platform of sticks.
Eggs blue-green--four in number--young helpless for at least three weeks after hatching.
ALL ABOUT THE SEA-DOVE
SUGGESTIONS FOR FIELD LESSONS
Goes far north in nesting season. Found in Illinois swamps, and as far north as Greenland.
Small bird with entire upper parts almost black--under parts white--wings tipped with white, bill black--feet pale red--toes webbed.
Food obtained from the waves--flies swiftly and dives well--walks on land better than most water-birds.
Lays but two bluish-white eggs.
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