{"id":515,"date":"2023-01-16T15:55:27","date_gmt":"2023-01-16T15:55:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/?p=515"},"modified":"2023-01-16T15:55:27","modified_gmt":"2023-01-16T15:55:27","slug":"how-mahtigwess-the-rabbit-dined-with-the-woodpecker-girls-and-was-again-humbled-by-trying-to-rival-them","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/indigenous-stories\/algonquin\/how-mahtigwess-the-rabbit-dined-with-the-woodpecker-girls-and-was-again-humbled-by-trying-to-rival-them\/","title":{"rendered":"How Mahtigwess, The Rabbit Dined With The Woodpecker Girls, And Was Again Humbled By Trying To Rival Them"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Now Master Rabbit, though disappointed, was not discouraged, for this one virtue he had, that he never gave up. And wandering one day in the wilderness, he found a wigwam well filled with young women, all wearing red head-dresses; and no wonder, for they were Woodpeckers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Now, Master Rabbit was a well-bred Indian, who made himself as a melody to all voices, and so he was cheerfully bidden to bide to dinner, which he did. Then one of the red-polled pretty girls, taking a&nbsp;<em>woltes<\/em>, or wooden dish, lightly climbed a tree, so that she seemed to run; and while ascending, stopping here and there and tapping now and then, took from this place and that many of those insects called by the Indians&nbsp;<em>apchel-moal-timpkawal<\/em>, or rice, because they so much resemble it. And note that this rice is a dainty dish for those who like it. And when it was boiled, and they had dined, Master Rabbit again reflected, &#8220;La! how easily some folks live! What is to hinder me from doing the same? Ho, you girls! come over and dine with me the day after tomorrow!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And having accepted this invitation, all the guests came on the day set, when Master Rabbit undertook to play woodpecker. So having taken the head of an eel-spear and fastened it to his nose to make a bill, he climbed as well as he could&#8211;and bad was the best&#8211;up a tree, and tried to get his harvest of rice. Truly he got none; only in this did he succeed in resembling a Woodpecker, that he had a red poll; for his pate was all torn and bleeding, bruised by the fishing-point. And the pretty birds all looked and laughed, and wondered what the Rabbit was about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Ah!&#8221; said his grandmother, &#8220;I suppose he is trying again to do something which he has seen some one do. &#8216;T is just like him.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Oh, come down there!&#8221; cried Miss Woodpecker, as well as she could for laughing. &#8220;Give me your dish!&#8221; And having got it she scampered up the trunk, and soon brought down a dinner. But it was long ere Master Rabbit heard the last of it from these gay tree-tappers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Go Back To:\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/indigenous-stories\/algonquin-nation\/\">Algonquin Nation<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Now Master Rabbit, though disappointed, was not discouraged, for this one virtue he had, that he never gave up. And wandering one day in the wilderness, he found a wigwam well filled with young women, all wearing red head-dresses; and no wonder, for they were Woodpeckers. Now, Master Rabbit was a well-bred Indian, who made [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[168,169],"tags":[199],"class_list":["post-515","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-algonquin","category-algonquin-stories","tag-algonquin"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/515","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=515"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/515\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":516,"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/515\/revisions\/516"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=515"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=515"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/straightarrow.org\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=515"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}