The Good Old Times

: SCRAPS OF FOLK-LORE.
: Aino Folktales

In ancient days, rivers were very conveniently arranged. The water

flowed down one bank, and up the other, so that you could go either way

without the least trouble. Those were the days of magic. People were

then able to fly six or seven miles, and to light on the trees like

birds, when they went out hunting. But now the world is decrepit, and

all good things are gone. In those days people used the fire-drill.

Also, if they planted anything in the morning, it grew up by mid-day. On

the other hand, those who ate of this quickly-produced grain were

transformed into horses.--(Written down from memory. Told by Ishanashte,

November, 1886.)



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