Folklore Pamphlets, 1921-1945

              the eastern door of the palace with a flourish. He had been given directions for his drive and cautioned to watch his fiery steeds with the utmost care.
Elated by his exalted position he soon forgot his instructions. He became very reckless, driving the steeds faster and faster. Soon he lost his way, leaving the well-marked road. He lost command of the horses and they ran into pathless places in among the stars. Now they rose high into heaven, now descended almost to the earth. As the chariot hurled along the clouds began to smoke, the mountains burned, the trees and plants shriveled up. The rivers and springs began to dry and the earth to crack. Phaeton beheld the world on fire. He was nearly dead from terror. The people of the land over which he passed were burned black.
Mother Earth, overcome with heat and thirst, now called loudly to Jupiter to save her from total destruction. Jupiter, aroused from a profound sleep, soon saw the great danger and launched his dead¬ liest thunderbolt at the unfortunate youth. The chariot overturned and Phaeton, badly scorched and his hair on fire, fell headlong into the waters of a great river. Here he perished. His mother, poor Clymene, heard of his death and refused to be comforted. His sisters, the three Heliades, as they lamented his sad fate, were trans¬ formed into poplar trees. Their tears, which continued to flow, became amber as they fell into the water. The Naiads erected a tomb over the remains of the rash and luckless Phaeton.
THE HYACINTH
Apollo, the sun-god, one day descended to earth to enjoy the friendship of a beautiful youth called Hyacinthus. The god of the silver bow and of the fiery darts became very fond of the lad and accompanied him in all of his sports. He carried the youth's nets when he went fishing, led his dogs when they followed the chase an4 accompanied him on his excursions into the woodlands and the mountains. For him he neglected both his tuneful lyre and his un¬ erring bow.    Hyacinthus adored his friend and patron.
One day the two friends played a game of quoits. Apollo heaved the quoit high and far. It glittered in the sun like a golden disc as it rose. Hyacinthus, excited with the sport and eager to try his own skill, sprang forward to seize the missle. But it bounded when it reached the earth and struck him in the forehead.    Zephyrus, the
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