The Ghost Flower: Tales of Enchantment
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Natives! Cursed princes! And yes fairies and talking rabbits... this delightful collection of fairy tales entertained children at the start of the Edwardian period and still carries forward today. Who is the ghost girl giggling in the attic? What does the fairy queen want? And where do lady's slippers come from?
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The Ghost Flower - Jane Pentzer Myers
The Ghost Flower
STORIES OF ENCHANTMENT
BY
JANE PENTZER MYERS
ILLUSTRATED BY
HARRIET ROOSEVELT RICHARDS
Mother and childTHE LAND OF FANCYTHE LAND OF FANCY
Ghost Flower, The: Stories of Enchantment
Myers, Jane Pentzer
Afterword by K. J. Joyner
Original publication, 1901
New, edition, 2018
Published by Wôks Print,
and imprint of The Writers of the Apocalypse
117 N Carbon Street, PMB 208
Marion, IL 62959
http://woksprint.apocalypsewriters.com
fox.jpgPRINT ISBN: 13: 978-1-944322-21-2
EBOOK ISBN: 978-1-944322-22-9
Cover art: painting by Hal Ludlow, assembly by K. J. Joyner
Illustrations by Harriet Roosevelt Richards
Title page illustration (mother and child), artist unknown
All Rights Reserved. No part of this book version may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the written permission of the copyright holder.
LocketTO KATE WINIFRED
Just between the Land o’ Dreams
and broad daylight is a beautiful world: where good wishes come true: where the poor and the lonely are rich in castles and friends: and where sorrowful folk are happy.
There you may hear the birds singing and children laughing, all day long. The trees are full of blossoms and fruit. The sky is always blue, the grass green and soft.
Under the trees dwell the fairies, and against the blue sky is sometimes seen the sheen of angels’ wings.
On the borders of this land the real and the unreal are so strangely blended that children are puzzled to know where the boundary lies.
Just across its borders blooms the little white ghost-flower.
It is for you, little girl.
J. P. M.
Contents
I. THE GHOST FLOWER OR THE WHITE BLACKBIRD.
II. THE LITTLE YELLOW MOCCASINS.
III. THE LITTLE GHOST WHO LAUGHED.
IV. TITANIA’S MAID OF HONOR.
V. BRAN, THE WOLF DOG.
VI. THE CORN FAIRY.
VII. AT THE WAYSIDE CROSS.
VIII. IN QUEST OF THE DARK.
IX. THE KING WILL HUNT TODAY.
X. HE WAS A PRINCE.
XI. WHERE THE RIVER HIDES ITS PEARLS.
XII. THE MIST LADY.
AFTERWARD (THOUGHTS FROM THE PUBLISHER)
I. THE GHOST FLOWER
OR THE WHITE BLACKBIRD.
The Ghost FlowerThere is a region of our own land, far to the westward, where great mountains lift their serene heads into the eternal calm of the upper air. Sunrise and sunset paint them with unearthly beauties; and night, with its myriads of flashing stars or its splendid moon, shines down on their white foreheads, and bids them dream on through the coming ages, as they have done in the past.
Among their barren valleys one sometimes lights upon a small oasis. A little mountain stream, fed by the melting snows of the peaks, leaps and sings and flashes to its grave in the desert sand. Its banks are fringed with cottonwood trees, and the short grass and underbrush flourish in their shade.
Usually, some energetic American or Chinaman is ranching it there, and claiming all the valley; but far away from the towns and the mines one may sometimes come upon a band of Indians, living their own lives separate and alone in their secluded valley.
A generation ago, a fierce war raged between the whites and the Indians; and during its progress a train of emigrants, passing near an Indian village, was attacked by the warriors of the tribe. All the whites were killed, except one little child, who crept away into the sagebrush, and, worn out with fear and fatigue, dropped asleep. There the wife of the chief medicine man of the tribe found her; and when the little one opened her eyes, and, putting up a piteous lip, began to sob, the woman gathered her into her arms with tender No, no’s
and soft guttural cooings, that soothed and quieted the child. For the Great Spirit had lately called her own baby far over the terrible mountains
to the spirit land. And this little one crept into the bereaved heart of the Indian mother.
She took the child to her husband, and received permission to keep her. And so the little girl, with her lint-white hair and blue eyes, grew up among the other children of the valley. Soon after the massacre of the wagon train, the tribe withdrew from the vengeance of the white soldiers to a fertile, wooded valley, hidden in the heart of the mountains. Here little Snow-flower,
as she was named, lived happy with her foster parents. Her Indian mother was very proud of her childish beauty, and took excellent care of her. She bathed her often, in the clear water of the little river that ran through the valley; for, contrary to the popular belief, the Indians of the mountain are cleanly in their habits, and bathe their persons and wash their garments frequently, if water is plentiful. She braided her fair hair, and made for her pretty little dresses of pink or red calico, bought at the trader’s store at the agency, many weary miles away.
In the winter, she wore over her dress a warm fur coat reaching to the ankles, with a hood at the back to draw over her head. This was made of the skins of jack rabbits. Warm leggings and moccasins helped to keep her warm, and she was usually very comfortable.
Sometimes the supply of pine nuts would give out, the fish refuse to bite, or the jack rabbits become scarce and shy. Then the only alternative was to go to the hated agency.
At such times little Snow-flower was hidden in some secure place and warned to remain quiet; for her Indian mother was haunted by the fear of separation from the child. She knew that inquiries had been set afloat at the agency for a little one, said to have been saved from the massacre, and her heart told her that the child’s kindred would claim her, sooner or later. So, for many years little Snow-flower never saw a white person.
When she asked her Indian father or mother why she was so different from the other children, they told her The Great Spirit had made her so, and she was content.
Perhaps it’s because I am the great Medicine Chief’s daughter,
she said to her father; and he gravely nodded.
She was very fond of both of her foster parents; but her love for the medicine man was mingled with awe. When she saw him dressed for some religious dance or yearly festival, in his strange medicine dress, with his face painted in grotesque and horrible pattern, she fled to her mother and hid her face in her lap. She loved her mother devotedly,