Spotted Deer was returning to the Delaware village from a hunting expedition. He was in high spirits for he had been most successful. His canoe contained the carcass of a fat young buck, a brace of geese and several grouse. Spotted Deer sang softly to himself. It was a simple song of thanks to Getanittowit, the Great One. Listen, Getanittowit, I am singing about you. Getanittowit has filled my canoe with meat. Getanittowit has made me a great hunter. O Getanittowit, I feel good about it.…
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