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As the man sat in his lodge, there came a clap of thunder and lightning struck his roof, tearing a great hole

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As the man sat in his lodge, there came a clap of thunder and lightning struck his roof, tearing a great hole.jpg Arrow polisherMiniaturesAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitArrow polisherMiniaturesAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitArrow polisherMiniaturesAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sitArrow polisherMiniaturesAs we two girls sat on the floor, with ankles to the right, as Indian women always sit

“Once in Five Villages,” my grandfather went on, “there lived a brave man who owned a gun. One day a storm blew up. As the man sat in his lodge, there came a clap of thunder and lightning struck his roof, tearing a great hole.

“This did not frighten the man at all. Indeed, it angered him. He caught up his gun and fired it through the hole straight into the sky. ‘You thunder bird,’ he shouted, ‘stay away from my lodge. See this gun. If you come, I will shoot at you again!’”