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FLYING MOCCASINS
And shuffle to the left, shuffle to the left,Shuffle. shuffle. shuffle to the left, to the left,—Hí! Hi! Hí! Hi! Hóy-eeeeeeeeeeee-yáh!
Máh-Een-Gans, the "little-wolf," sings:
'I have a present for the 'Wind-Woman,'A present equal in value to her medicine bag.Dance ceases—chant.Ho! A pretty present, a mi-gis chainOf many little mi-gis shells,—As beautiful as the 'North-Wind-Woman.'My chain of shells will shimmer on her breastAs the little silver brooks that tinkleDown the moonlit bosom of yonder mountain.Now I wish the woman to dance with me in the ring.Hi! Beat, beat upon the drums, old medicine men!Dance! Dance in the ring, my people, and sing!"
Hóy-eeeeeeeee-yáh! Hóy-eeeeeeeeeee-yáh!Hí! Hi! Hí! Hi! Hóy-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-yáh!Beat, beat. beat, beat, beat upon the tom-tom,Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat upon the drum.Medicine gourd with its rattle, rattle, rattle,To be readwith a vigor-ous, liltingdance rhythmn,and with greatspirit.Ringing wild with the call of battle.Rheumatic hags of gristle and brawn,Rolling in like a ponderous billow:Fair squaws lithe as the leaping fawn,—Swaying with the wind and bending with the willow.Bouncing buttock and shriveled shank,Scuffling to the drumbeat, rank on rank.Old bucks stamping heel and toe,Ugh! as they snort and they cackle and they crow,—
