"In the beginning," said he, "the Master of Life made the world. When
he had finished the land and the sea, the mountains and the meadows,
he made the fishes, and then the four-footed kindreds. Last of all, he
created the birds. But he didn't make them all at the same time. The
last ones were Father and Mother Mo-lo.
"When Mother Mo-lo began to fly about, the other birds went to her and
offered to teach her how to build a nest.
"'Come with me,' said the oven bird; 'I'll show you how to build a nest
on the ground where no one will find it. You must just push up some of
the dry leaves in the forest, and then put some grass and twigs under
them. It's very easy.'
"'For my part,' said the woodpecker, 'I wouldn't build on the ground
anyway. I should be afraid that a deer or a bear or some other creature
would step on me. If you want a safe nest, I'll show you how to build
one. You just find a dead limb, not too dead, and bore a deep hole into
it. Put a little soft, rotten wood in the bottom, and there you are!
"'That must be a close, stuffy kind of a nest; enough to smother one,'
said the oriole scornfully. Come with me and I will teach you to hang
your nest on the end of an elm branch. You just weave together some hair
and grass and moss and hang it on a slender, swinging branch, where
nothing can get to it. Then you'll be safe. The wind will rock your
babies to sleep for you and you'll have plenty of fresh air.'
"'I wouldn't like that at all,' said the sand martin. 'I'd be seasick
the first half hour. A good hole in a sandbank suits me much better. To
be sure, the sand sometimes caves in. But that doesn't matter much. A
little hard work will clear your doorway.'
"'What do you do when the high waters come?' asked the phoebe bird.
'For my part,' continued she, 'I like a rock ledge for a foundation with
another one above for a roof. The rock never caves in on you. A little
hair and grass, nicely laid down, with a little moss on the outside, and
you are comfortable and safe. You'll never be drowned out there.'
"'I don't like rocks,' said the robin. 'A fork in a tree suits me much
better. Just lay down a few sticks for a foundation, then weave together
some twigs and grass and plaster the inside with some good thick mud,
and you have a serviceable nest, good enough for anyone. A few feathers
in the bottom will make it soft and comfortable. It may not be so
elegant as some others, but it suits me.'
"And so it went on. Each one of the birds praised its own nest and
offered to show Mother Mo-lo how to build one like it.
"But Mother Mo-lo cared little for what they said. She wasn't even
polite enough to pretend to pay attention. She was too conceited.
thought that she was handsome and knew about all there was to be known."
"Handsome?" said little Luke; "the ugly old thing! It can't be that she
had ever looked at herself."
"Oh, I don't know," said Nick-uts, "the sillier people are, the wiser
they think themselves. And it's always the ugly ones who think
themselves the most beautiful."
"Well," said little Luke, "I've seen a good deal of her, but I never
thought her handsome in the least. You know she follows the cows about
so much that we house people call her the cowbird."
"Well, at any rate," said Nick-uts, "she thought she knew a great deal
more than she really did.
"So she said to the other birds, very haughtily, 'You are all very kind,
and I am very much obliged to you. But I think I can get along without
your help. I know how to build a nest that will suit me better than any
of yours.'
"'Indeed, is that so?' cried the other birds. 'You must have learned
very quickly. Who was your teacher anyway?'
"'Oh,' said Mother Mo-lo, 'nobody taught me, but I know how just the
same.'
"'Very well,' said the other birds, 'we only wanted to be kind and help
you. But we won't bother you any more. Good-bye.' And they all flew away
to attend to their own affairs.
"After a while Mother Mo-lo tried to build a nest. First she tried to
bore a hole in a dead branch, but she couldn't do it. Then she tried the
sandbank, but the sand caved in and got in her eyes and almost smothered
her. Then she tried the other kinds of nests. But every one was a
failure. At last she gave it up, and ever since then she has laid her
eggs in other birds' nests and let them rear her young ones for her."
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