Myths and Legends of the Great Plains — Song to the Thunder Gods - Omaha

_Omaha_ Ye four, come hither and stand, near shall ye stand,[B] In four groups shall ye stand, Here shall ye stand, in this place stand.

[The thunder rolls] Turned by the wind goes the one I send yonder;

Yonder he goes who is whirled by the winds;

Goes, where the four hills of life and the four winds are standing;

There in the midst of the winds do I send him, Into the midst of the winds standing there.

[The thunder rolls] FOOTNOTES:

[A] By Alice C. Fletcher.

[B] The "four" are the four winds.

SONGS OF THE BUFFALO HUNT