THE SNAIL AND THE BEAVER.

The father of the Osage nation was a snail. It was when the earth was

young and little. It was before the rivers had become wide or long, or

the mountains lifted their peaks above the clouds, that the snail

found himself passing a quiet existence on the banks of the River

Missouri. His wants and wishes were but few, and well supplied, and he

was happy.

At length the region of the Missouri was visited by one of those great

storms which so often scatter desolation over it, and the river,

swollen by the melted snow and ice from the mountains, swept away

everything from its banks, and among other things the drowsy snail.

Upon a log he drifted down many a day's journey, till the river,

subsiding, left him and his log upon the banks of the River of Fish.

He was left in the slime, and the hot sun beamed fiercely upon him

till he became baked to the earth and found himself incapable of

moving. Gradually he grew in size and stature, and his form

experienced a new change, till at length what was once a snail

creeping on the earth ripened into man, erect, tall, and stately. For

a long time after his change to a human being he remained stupefied,

not knowing what he was or by what means to sustain life. At length

recollection returned to him. He remembered that he was once a snail

and dwelt upon another river. He became animated with a wish to return

to his old haunts, and accordingly directed his steps towards those

parts from which he had been removed. Hunger now began to prey upon

him, and bade fair to close his eyes before he should again behold his

beloved haunts on the banks of the river. The beasts of the forest

were many, but their speed outstripped his. The birds of the air

fluttered upon sprays beyond his reach, and the fish gliding through

the waves at his feet were nimbler than he and eluded his grasp. Each

moment he grew weaker, the films gathered before his eyes, and in his

ears there rang sounds like the whistling of winds through the woods

in the month before the snows. At length, wearied and exhausted, he

laid himself down upon a grassy bank.

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