home. They heard the strange sound and thought a great storm was brewing. "There has never been such a wind in the glen," said the fairy queen. "We will not go down into it. We must seek shelter for tonight on this hillside." Just then they came to the giant's ear. "Here is a fine cavern," the queen said, and she stopped and waved her wand. A fairy hastened forward to carry the cap to a safe place in the cave, for that was always their first care. Just then the giant awoke. He raised his great head. Oh, how miserable the fairies were! They wept and moaned until even the dull ear of the giant heard them. It was a sound like the tolling of tiny silver bells. He listened and understood what the wee voice of the prisoner in his ear was saying. He was the wisest and most kind-hearted of all the giants. He helped the little creature gently out into his hand, and looked at him in wonder. He had never before seen a fairy. In vain the brave little fellow tried to conceal the precious cap. The giant saw the wonderful star and knew at once that he had the treasure cap of the elves. He set the fairy carefully upon the ground, and shouted for joy as he found that the cap exactly fitted his own great head. The poor fairies could no longer see him, but... 

**The content is longer than displayed.**Come, you shall live with me in my palace in the sky."
But Daphne fled from him. She did not want to leave her beautiful earth home. Fear gave her wings, and faster and faster she flew. Her hair streamed behind her like a cloud of golden light. Apollo followed more swiftly than the wind. "Stop and listen," he cried; "I am not a foe, foolish girl. It is Apollo who follows you. I shall carry you to a home more beautiful than anything you have ever seen."
She felt his breath upon her hair, and saw his hand as he stretched it forth to seize her. "Father, save me from Apollo," she cried. "Let the earth enclose me." Peneus heard her voice and instantly her feet became fastened in the soil like roots. A soft bark covered her body and her beautiful hair became the leaves of the laurel tree. Apollo sadly gathered some of the leaves and wove them into a wreath. He laid his hand upon the tree and said, "I would have made you happy, but you would not listen to me." At least you shall be my tree. Your leaves shall be ever green, and heroes shall be crowned with them in sign of victory."

AN INDIAN STORY OF THE MOLE.
An Indian once saw a squirrel sunning himself in a treetop. The squirrel saw the hunter and leaped upon a passing cloud. He had escaped into Cloudland before an arrow could reach him. The Indian set a trap for him hoping that he would soon return to the tree for food. The sun 

 Prev. P 20/58 next