I like the story behind this book more than the actual book. I’ve found I don't like lyrical writing. It just isn't pleasant reading to me. The good dreams are of charms hung on the cradleboard, shells, feathers, birchbark cones of maple sugar, dancing to drums, kids playing leapfrog(that seems modern), racing Brother Squirrel, and ‘dreams of chewing on a duck bone.’ And of chasing butterflies.

The dreams were odd too: 'bear paw poking in the doorwayīony long leg, moccasin stuffed with straw.'Īnd then a dream of an owl, which looked like a hawk. His carries a crooked cane, has a birchbark mask which glows like a ghost.

The nightmares were random and weird, and I could see how the face of the 'raggedy man' would be scary to little kids. I liked the image of the tikinagan, their wigwam, with the orange and pink color of the sides, lit up by the sun.įavorite line: ‘When the sun goes home to sleep, slipping under a red cloud blanket.’ I’d be interested to see what Frances has written. The author hears the call of the Indian drum in her books. She “heard an Indian drum” as a kid and followed it until she was 90, by visiting Ojibway villages to record songs on wax cylinders and study their culture. The author credits the work of Frances Densmore.

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