“The birds assented and returned to the shore, when all retreated a short distance away from the lake to an open space where they might dance. Manabozho removed the bundle of bark froni his back and placed it on the ground, got out his singing-sticks, and said to the birds, “Now, all of you dance around me asI drum; sing as loudly as you can, and keep your eyes closed. The first one to open his eyes will forever have them red and sore.””

— Tales of the North American Indians, Tale 24 · served from our shelf  receiptuncorrected OCR — being verified against the scan