"New songs from the South! Come, brothers, dance!"
In order to make the sport more mirthful, he directed that they should shut their eyes and pass around him in a circle. Again he beat his drum and cried out:
"New songs from the South! Come, brothers, dance!"
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They all fell in and commenced their rounds. Whenever Manabozho, as he stood in the circle, saw pass by him a fat fowl which he fancied, he adroitly wrung its neck and slipped it in his girdle, at the same time beating his drum and singing at the top of his lungs to drown the noise of the fluttering. And he all the time called out in tones of admiration:
"That's the way, my brothers; that's the way!"
At last a small duck, of the diver family, thinking there was something wrong, opened one eye and saw what Manabozho was doing.
"Ha-ha-a! Manabozho is killing us!" he cried, giving a spring and making for the water.