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Now everybody form a circle and sit down and we'll know you I'm going to take you on a trip in time to a point when I was a boy living in the province of Alberta in Canada Walking eagle, great chief of the stony, also known as Morley Beaver, would bring his Braves and their families into town And while they visited the stores and trading posts, the tiny papooses dressed in A beaded buckskin and snugly wrapped to boards were placed in a row on the store shelves The papooses nеver cried Chief walking еagle would tell me stories of life in the forest and of how he learned To forecast weather from the animals His forecasts were always accurate One day the great chief invited me to a sacred celebration called a Sundance, which was being Held by another tribe Now somebody in your circle take a puff from a piece of pipe and pass it to a friend Pass it all around Hold hands and sway from side to side If you feel it, act out the scene and body sign language Now it's evening The Indian people have arranged their tipis in a giant circle around the edge of a valley In the sound holes The ceremony is in progress Each tipi goes from a small fire inside around the circle four horses walk on each as a man And a child and they are singing In the center of the valley is a giant tipi made from the tallest popular trees hanging From the top are yards of brightly colored cloth Inside the ceremonial lodge the medicine men sit cross-legged on the ground in a circle Around a painted buffalo skull and a small fire They appear to be having visions Perhaps they remember how it was when their great people lived alone in the land On either side of the medicine men are short willow barriers From behind one a group of men or braves who wear their hair and long brains rises and Sings Now and then they disappear and a group of women appear from the other side Each woman has a small feathered whistle in her mouth and the sound soars like a wild Bird as the women move to the rhythm of the drums The sacred Sundance continues for three days and three nights This is a special ceremony because the son of another tribal chief had hurt his arm On the third night, even though we live a few miles from the valley, the drums are as Loud and as intense as if they are in the backyard Look up and you can see the great sheets of brightly colored northern lights dancing in the sky The drumbeats continue aloud and strong The mountains echo their message Before the end of the third day more magic happened The roads and trails to town became filled with carts and wagons full of people from far Across the mountains even across the great divide Some to pay their respects to the boy who was rapidly becoming well and for then on was Called Cut Boy And after the third night, walking eager and his people return to the forest Then packing their tents and belongings on sleds made of animal hide stretched between Two poles and pulled by a horse The drums began to fade All became quiet in the sand hills Pass the peace pipe to a friend Pass it all around Never put it down, my friend Never let it down