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Updated: May 23, 2025
The Loon shouts the Loon battle-cry, a high-pitched quavering LUL-L-L-O-O-O and faces Nana-bo-jou; the animals rally around the Loon and the Coyote to attack the magician. He falls dead in the circle. They bury him with branches, leaves, or a blanket, and all the animals do their dances around him. Before beginning, the story of the dance should be told to the audience. The Caribou Dance
At last, they peek and realize that it is all a trap and the Loon shouts: "Nana-bo-jou is killing us! It is all a trick! Fly for your lives!" As they all run away, Nana-bo-jou pursues the Loon, hitting him behind with the club, which is the reason that the Loon has no tail and has been lame behind ever since.
Sure proof that the song did win a mate, and was crowned with the success for which all woodland, and marshland song first was made. How the Bluebird Came Nana-bo-jou, that some think is the Indian name for El Sol and some say is Mother Carey, was sleeping his winter's sleep in the big island just above the thunder-dam that men call Niagara. Four moons had waned, but still he slept.
Then Nana-bo-jou shouts: "Look, look, now! See how he flies away! See, there goes the Beaver over the tree-tops." All look as he points and seem to see the Beaver going. Different animals and birds are brought out to dance their dances and are killed as before. Then the Crow comes out, hopping, flopping, cawing. Nana-bo-jou looks at him and says: "You are too thin. You are no good.
Put it just as the witch did it, but let it be considered a success if the stick is two feet long and nowhere half an inch out of true line. Let me add a Woodcraft proverb which should also have its mead of comfort The Great Spirit can draw a straight line with a crooked stick. The Animal Dance of Nana-bo-jou For this we need a Nana-bo-jou; that is, a grown-up who can drum and sing.
That is the best Beaver Dance I ever saw. You are wonderful; all you need to be perfect is wings. Wouldn't you like to have wings so you could fly over the tree-tops, like the Eagle?" "Yes," says the Beaver. "I can make strong medicine and give you wings, if all the animals will help me," says Nana-bo-jou. "Will you?" "Yes," they all cry.
So he said: "Little voice, you are nowhere because you have no place to live in; I will make you a home." So Nana-bo-jou took a curl of birch bark and made a little wigwam, and because the voice came from the skies he painted the wigwam with blue mud, and to show that it came from the Sunland he painted a red sun on it.
First, Nana-bo-jou is seen chasing the children around the outside of the circle, trying to catch one to eat; but failing, thinks he'll try a trick and he says: "Stop, stop, my brothers. Why should we quarrel? Come, let's hold a council together and I will teach you a new dance." The animals whisper together and the Coyote comes forward, barks, then says: "Nana-bo-jou, I am the Coyote.
They pushed back the whole river-flood till the channel was dry, then let it rush down like the end of all things, and they shouted together: "Nana-bo-jou! Nana-bo-jou! Nana-bo-jou! Wake up!" But still he slept calmly on. Then came a soft, sweet voice, more gentle than the mating turtle of Miami.
It was in the air, but it was nowhere, and yet it was in the trees, in the water, and it was in Nana-bo-jou too. He felt it, and it awoke him. He sat up and looked about. His white blanket was gone; only a few tatters of it were to be seen in the shady places.
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