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This story is suitable for children age 6 to 8 approx.
How the robins breast became red.
By FLORA J. COOKE
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From The Book of Stories for the Storyteller by Fanny E. Coe.
Long ago in the far North, where it is very cold, there was only one
fire. A hunter and his little son took care of this fire and kept it
burning day and night. They knew that if the fire went out the people
would freeze and the white bear would have the Northland all to
himself. One day the hunter became ill, and his son had all the work
For many days and nights he bravely took care of his father and kept
the fire burning.
The white bear was always hiding near, watching the fire. He longed to
put it out, but he did not dare, for he feared the hunter's arrows.
When he saw how tired and sleepy the little boy was, he came closer to
the fire and laughed to himself.
One night the poor boy could endure the fatigue no longer and fell
The white bear ran as fast as he could and jumped upon the fire with
his wet feet, and rolled upon it. At last he thought it was all out
and went happily away to his cave.
A brown robin was flying near and saw what the white bear was doing.
She waited until the bear went away. Then she flew down and searched
with her sharp little eyes until she found a tiny live coal. This she
fanned patiently with her wings for a long time.
Her little breast was scorched red, but she did not stop until a fine
red flame blazed up from the ashes.
Then she flew away to every hut in the Northland. Wherever she touched
the ground, a fire began to burn. Soon, instead of one little fire,
the whole North country was lighted up.
The white bear went farther back into his cave in the iceberg and
growled terribly. He knew that there was now no hope that he would
ever have the Northland all to himself.
This is the reason that the people in the North countries love the
robin, and are never tired of telling their children how its breast