THE STARS 



THE STAR AND THE LILY 



ONE evening an old chief sat at the door of 

 his wigwam smoking his pipe. 



A crowd of little Indian boys and girls gath- 

 ered about him and begged for a story. 



This is what he told them : 



Once all the people were happy. There was 

 no sickness and no war. The white man had 

 not come. 



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