a canoe that flies (from Indian legend)
Explanation:
Here is the story of making a canoe and getting it to fly.
I believe this is far more plausible. The canoe can fly and is resting on the body of water. I think the clouds are reflected in the water and/or it's saying the canoe can fly among the clouds
https://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/cryer/canoe/canoe.ht...
excerpt:
"The boys carried the precious canoe to some open ground, and there they propped it up with stones to keep it steady. Then very, very carefully, so that it wouldn't tip over, they got in and sat down, Smok-Wah at one end and Khy-Sty at the other, and when they were settled, the man got in and sat in the middle.
"Sit quietly," the man told them, "and listen to me. Don't talk, you must learn to do as I do."
He took a paddle in his hands, and putting it over the side, began to tap–tap–tap. Tap–tap, on the edge of the canoe, and as he tapped, he sang a soft, swinging sort of song.
Softly, softly, he tapped and sang his song to the canoe. Gradually the tapping got quicker and quicker, and the old man's voice grew stronger and stronger, until the music of it filled the woods with sweetness.
Suddenly he stopped.
"It is good," he said. "I cannot teach you any more. Now go, and sing to your canoe as I have taught you!"
He climbed out of the canoe, and taking the poison and the medicines in their bags of skin, he put them in the bottom of the canoe.
"Good-bye, Good-bye!" called Smok-Wah and Khy-Sty, waving their paddles. "Good bye and thank you for all you have taught us and given us. We will come and see you before long!"
"Good-bye! Good-bye!" answered the man and his wife. "Don't forget us, but come soon and help us to make more canoes!"
Now the boys put their paddles over the side of the canoe as they had been taught. Then, so softly it could scarcely be heard, they tap, tap, tapped on their canoe, and softly their voices rose in the swinging song.
Then I wish you could have been there to see what happened next. As the song swelled louder and stronger, so the tapping grew quicker and quicker, and then!–the canoe began to tremble from one end to the other, and slowly, smoothly as a bird flies, IT ROSE FROM THE GROUND!
Up, up, it flew, until looking down, the boys could scarcely see the man and his wife.
Ah! Then they beat hard with their paddles, and their voices rose louder and stronger, as the canoe flew still higher and higher, until it was away above the tree tops, and birds sitting among the branches sang out to them. "Where are you flying, oh boys? What is that queer bird you are flying in?"..."
| Yvonne Gallagher
Ireland
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