. Just so stories for litle children. ke out of one of the stripes by picking out the softstone and rubbing in red sand and bees-wax. Just in the mouth ofthe bell you see the clay bead repeating the Z-letter. These are all the letters. The next bead is a small round greeny lump of copper ore ; the nextis a lump of rough turquoise ; the next is a rough gold nugget (what theycall water-gold) ; the next is a melon-shaped clay bead (white with greenspots). Then come four flat ivory pieces, with dots on them rather likedominoes; then come three stone beads, very badly worn; then two softiron beads
. Just so stories for litle children. ke out of one of the stripes by picking out the softstone and rubbing in red sand and bees-wax. Just in the mouth ofthe bell you see the clay bead repeating the Z-letter. These are all the letters. The next bead is a small round greeny lump of copper ore ; the nextis a lump of rough turquoise ; the next is a rough gold nugget (what theycall water-gold) ; the next is a melon-shaped clay bead (white with greenspots). Then come four flat ivory pieces, with dots on them rather likedominoes; then come three stone beads, very badly worn; then two softiron beads with rust-holes at the edges (they must have been magic, becausethey look very common) ; and last is a very very old African bead, likeglass—blue, red, white, black, and yellow. Then comes the loop to slip overthe big silver button at the other end, and that is all. 1 have copied the necklace very carefully. It weighs one pound sevenand a half ounces. The black squiggle behind is only put in to make thebeads and things look 167 Of all the Tribe of Tegumai Who cut that figure, none remain,— On Merrow Down the cuckoos cry—The silence and the sun remain. But as the faithful years return And hearts unwounded sing again, Comes Taffy dancing through the fernTo lead the Surrey spring again. Her brows are bound with bracken-fronds,And golden elf-locks fly above ; Her eyes are bright as diamondsAnd bluer than the skies above. In mocassins and deer-skin cloak,Unfearing, free and fair she flits, And lights her little damp-wood smokeTo show her Daddy where she flits. For far—oh, very far behind,So far she cannot call to him, Comes Tegumai alone to find The daughter that was all to him. 169 THE CRAB THAT PLAYED WITHTHE SEA EFORE the High andFar-Off Times, O myBest Beloved, came theTime of the Very Be-ginnings ; and that wasin the days when theEldest Magician wasgetting Things he got the Earthready; then he got theSea ready; and thenhe told all the Animalsthat th
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