14 STORIES OF EARTH AND SKY 



their language; so every strange thing that befell, 

 they laid to Wabeno, the Magician. 



" He was born in Wabun Annung, the Morning 

 Star, or so they said, and of the race of Wenona, 

 whom the Robins and Bluebirds loved so well. 

 A warrior was he, young and strong and beauti- 

 ful, yet no one had clearly seen his face, for a 

 leafy mask half hid it. He had no wigwam, any 

 tree trunk was his home. He carried no bow or 

 spear, and Kavv-kaw, the far-seeing Raven, perched 

 on his brow for a head-dress, its eyes shooting 

 lightning bolts. Thunder boomed from his magic 

 drum if he struck it fiercely, but at a gentle touch 

 it yielded a note like the feathered drumming of 

 the Ruffed Grouse, and he sang a call that all 

 must answer. 



"'Hear my drum, hear my drum, you who 

 dwell across the earth ! Hear my drum ! I am 

 Wabeno ! This is my work ! ' 



" Then following, sometimes in leash and some- 

 times free, came his faithful Wagoose, the Dream 

 Fox, with his shadowy pack and his book of won- 

 drous fading pictures. 



"When the Red Brothers heard Wabeno and 

 his train, they closed their eyes tightly, for only the 

 mind's eye may see him unblinded ; while to sleep- 

 closed eyes alone will the Dream Fox show his 



