(ALGONQUIN LEGEND)
The Summer Queen whom the Indians called Nipon lived in the land of
sunshine where the life-giving beams of the mighty Sun shone all the
year round on the blossoming meadows and green forests. The maiden’s
wigwam faced the sunrise. It was covered with a vine which hung thick
with bell-shaped blossoms.
The fair queen’s trailing green robe was woven from delicate fern
leaves and embroidered with richly coloured blossoms. She wore a
coronet of flowers and her long dusky braids were entwined with
sprays of fragrant honeysuckle. Her moccasins were fashioned from
water-lily leaves.
Nipon was very busy in her paradise of flowers. Every day she
wandered through the green forests where she spoke words of
enouragement and praise to the great trees, or she glided over the
meadows and helped the flower buds to unfold into perfect blossoms.
Sometimes the maiden’s grandmother, whose name was K’me-wan, the
Rain, came from afar to visit the land of Sunshine. The Summer Queen
always welcomed her and listened carefully to the words of warning
which K’me-wan solemnly gave before leaving.
“Nipon, my child, heed what I say. In thy wanderings never go to the
Northland where dwells Poon, the Winter King. He is thy deadliest foe
and is waiting to destroy thee. This grim old Winter King hates the
fair beauty of the Summer Queen. He will cause thy green garments to
wither and fade and thy bright hair to turn white like his own frost.
All thy youth and strength he will change to age and weakness.”
The Summer Maiden promised to heed her grandmother’s warning, and
for a long time she did not look in the direction of the Northland.
But one day when she sat in front of her sun-bathed wigwam a strange
longing crept into her heart--a longing to look at the frozen
Northland where Poon the Winter King reigned. Slowly she turned her
eyes in the forbidden direction and there she saw a wonderful vision.
The far-away Northland was flooded with sunshine. She could see the
broad, shining lakes, the white mountain peaks touched with rosy
mists, and the winding rivers gleaming with light.
“It is the most beautiful land I have ever seen,” said Nipon.
She rose slowly and stood for some time looking at the enchanting
beauty of the scene before her. Then she said, “My heart is filled
with a strange longing. I shall go to visit the Northland, the Land
of Poon, King of Winter.”
“My daughter, remember K’me-wan’s warning,” whispered a voice
and Nipon knew that her grandmother was speaking. “Go not to the
Northland where death awaits thee. Abide in the land of Sunshine.”
“I can not choose,” said Nipon. “I must go to the Northland.”
“Heed my warning! Heed my warning!” whispered the faint voice of
K’me-wan, the Rain.
“I can not choose,” repeated the Summer Queen. “I must go to the
Northland.”
In her delicate robe of leaves and her coronet of flowers Nipon left
the Land of Sunshine and began her long journey northward. For many
moons she traveled keeping her eyes fixed on the dazzling beauty of
the frost king’s land.
One day she noticed that the shining mountains, lakes, and rivers in
the land of Poon moved onward before her. She stopped for a moment to
consider the marvel and again a faint voice whispered, “Turn back, my
child! Destruction awaits thee in the land of King Winter. Heed the
warning of K’me-wan.”
But the willful Summer Queen closed her ears to the pleading voice
and proceeded on her journey. The beautiful vision no longer seemed
to move away from her. Surely before long she would win her heart’s
desire, she would reach the beautiful land of Poon.
Suddenly fear seized the Summer Queen, for she felt that the sunshine
was gradually fading away. A chill wind from the distant mountain
rent her frail garments and with sinking heart she saw the leaves of
her robe were turning yellow, the blossoms were fading and dying. A
cruel wind blew and tore to pieces her coronet of flowers. Then she
noticed that her dusky braids were turning white as the frost.
“K’me-wan’s warning!” she cried. “How I wish I had heeded K’me-wan’s
warning! The Frost King is cruel. He will destroy me! O K’me-wan,
help me! Save me from destruction!”
Soon after Nipon left for the Northland her grandmother knew what had
happened, for from her Skyland she saw that no smoke rose from the
Summer Queen’s wigwam. K’me-wan hastened to the land of Sunshine.
There she saw that the blossoms on the queen’s wigwam were beginning
to wither, the ground was strewn with fallen petals, and the leaves
of the vine had lost their shining green colour.
“A grey mist covers the face of the sun and a change is gradually
creeping over this beautiful land,” cried K’me-wan. “I’ll send my
gentlest showers to refresh the woods and meadows.”
But the Rain-mother failed to bring back the colour to the Summer
Queen’s island.
“The trees and flowers need warmth as well as moisture,” sighed
K’me-wan. “The leaves of the forest are beginning to turn orange,
crimson, and brown. Every day there are fewer flowers in the meadows
and along the banks of the brook. A great change is creeping over the
land of Sunshine.”
And as she sat in Nipon’s wigwam, grieving, she heard the Summer
Queen’s cry of agony. She heard Nipon call out, “O K’me-wan! Save me
from destruction.”
“I’ll send my bravest warriors to do battle with Poon,” declared
K’me-wan, standing and looking toward the Northland. “He shall match
his strength with mine!”
Quickly she called together her strong warriors, South-wind,
West-wind, and Warm-breeze.
“Go to the Northland, my warriors,” she commanded. “Use all your
power to rescue Nipon from Poon, the Winter King. Fly to the
Northland!”
K’me-wan’s wind warriors fled like lightning to the land of Poon.
But the crafty Winter King was not taken by surprise. The mighty
North-wind, the biting East-wind, and the Frost-spirit, his strong
chieftains, he held in readiness to do battle for possession of the
Summer Queen. And when K’me-wan’s warriors drew near the Northland,
Poon gave his command.
“Fly to meet our foes, my warriors! They come from the land of
Sunshine! Vanquish them!”
And as he spoke his chieftains saw that Poon’s stalwart figure was
growing gaunt and thin, and great drops of sweat were dropping from
his brow.
At Winter King’s command his giants flew to match their strength with
K’me-wan’s warriors.
But the Snowflakes and Hailstones led by the Frost-spirit weakened
and fell before Warm-breeze and his followers, the Raindrops. The
cold wind warriors of the North shook and roared as they matched
strength with the mightier giants from the land of Sunshine. Then, as
K’me-wan’s warriors pressed nearer and nearer to the Northland, Poon
the Winter King weakened and cried out in agony, “Set Nipon free or
I shall perish. My warriors are vanquished by the chieftains of the
land of Sunshine! Free the Summer Queen and end this strife!”
At this command from Poon, his giant warriors grew silent and fled
back to the Northland, leaving K’me-wan’s chieftains in possession
of Nipon. Gently they led the weary Summer Queen back toward her own
land. They travelled for many moons before the beams of the great sun
were warm enough to restore her beauty.
Only once on her journey back to her own land did Nipon stop. It was
when she reached a place enveloped in grey mists and dark clouds
where the wild lightning leaped and flashed. The wind blew and the
showers fell continually in this land of K’me-wan. Through the clouds
and rain Nipon traveled until she reached the wigwam of the ancient
Rain-mother.
“Forgive me, K’me-wan,” said the Summer Queen humbly.
“My child, thou hast well nigh killed me,” moaned K’me-wan faintly.
“Thy disobedience has brought great suffering in my cherished island.
My giant warriors conquered or Poon with his cruel ice scepter would
have reigned king over all. Never again can I venture on such a
struggle.”
“Never again shall I disobey thee,” declared Nipon, the Summer Queen.
“Hasten back to the land of Sunshine,” said K’me-wan, rising. “There
thou art sadly needed, for the leaves have changed their color and
the blossoms are almost gone. Hasten back and give them new life, my
daughter.”
Then Nipon bade farewell to the Rain-mother and departed for the land
of Sunshine. As she drew near her heart was filled with a wonderful
joy and peace.
“Welcome, Nipon,” laughed the warm sunbeams.
“Welcome, Nipon,” sang the gentle breezes.
“Welcome, our life-giving Summer Queen,” nodded the forest trees.