Part 9

"Yes," said Uncle Henry, "and the other star people have to look out too. The people who lived long ago called Sagittarius, our archer, "the Bull Killer." They did this because when the stars of the archer rise in the east, they seem to drive all the stars of Taurus, the Bull, over the western edge of the world. So they said that Sagittarius killed off the Bull. We'll find Taurus next winter."

"Now let's find the scorpion," urged Peter.

"Wait a minute!" begged Betty, "I see another dipper."

Peter was impatient. Dippers were not interesting, compared with giant scorpions.

"Betty," he remarked, "wouldn't believe there was a little dipper a few nights ago, and now she's seeing 'em everywhere."

But Betty had her way as usual, and the Society of Star-Gazers paused before passing on to the scorpion.

"Where do you see the new dipper, Betty?" Uncle Henry inquired with interest.

"It's right back of the leg the archer is kneeling on." (8)

"You're quite right," Uncle Henry agreed, "and it's called 'the milk dipper,' because it's right on the edge of the milky way."

"Why that's the bowl Ursa Major tried to get Boötes' hot milk out of, and burned his mouth, and upset!" explained Betty, with a sudden inspiration.

"So it is," agreed Uncle Henry, "although I must confess I never thought of the milk dipper when I made up that rhyme for you youngsters."

"Now the scorpion!" insisted Peter.

"Oh, have your old scorpion, then, Mr. Peter!" exploded Betty, "I don't want to see the horrid thing. I'm going to the cottage and show Katy the milk dipper."

And she went.

So it was with Peter and Paul alone that Uncle Henry found the scorpion that Sagittarius, the archer, is always aiming at. (9) It would have been easy for Betty to find, for it really looks a good deal like a scorpion. See if you don't think so when you've found it.

After Uncle Henry had shown the boys how the big, red star, called Antares, in the heart of the scorpion, has a reddish color, Peter suggested that it was probably red because the Archer had already shot an arrow through the scorpion's heart, and made it bleed.

After that, since neither the boys nor Uncle Henry ever wanted Betty left out of anything, and since they knew she would have stayed if Peter and she hadn't wanted different things at the same time, the Society of Star-Gazers adjourned until the next evening.

On the porch, however, Uncle Henry made up this poem and repeated it to Peter and Paul before they went in to bed.

"The Scorpion's heart has bled, Antares-star is red, The Archer made an arrow-wound, But Scorpio isn't dead.

The Archer draws his strong-bow, To shoot a sharp new arrow, I hope he hits the Scorpion, And kills the poisonous fellow."

FOURTH EVENING

THE VIRGIN IS TOO BUSY FEEDING HER SKY POULTRY, SO CASSIOPEIA GETS THE UKELELE TO PLAY

Betty, in spite of her pretended lack of curiosity about the scorpion, was down on the beach the next evening ahead of the other members of the Society of Star-Gazers. Uncle Henry found her in the twilight, sitting cross-legged before the sand-drawing of Scorpio.

As she searched the southern sky to find the constellation, she was singing Uncle Henry's verses about the archer and Scorpio over and over, to a tune of her own improvising.

The boys had made bows and arrows from green saplings during the morning and had raced about for some time with "Rags," in search of giant scorpions to shoot at. They discovered them in the most unexpected objects--trees, rocks, and even boats. The hunt had been accompanied by a war chant, with the scorpion verses for words. It was a faint echo of this that Betty was crooning to herself now.

As Uncle Henry approached her she looked up at him and said,

"Aren't there any ladies among the star people, Uncle Henry? You told about the lyre that they play on, but you haven't shown any of them to us."

"Well, Betty," said Uncle Henry, sitting down beside her, "there are several ladies in our star country, but only two of them are in our sight in the summer time. Let's get the boys and we'll find both the ladies and take a vote to decide which of them shall have your lyre-ukelele to play on."