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Wabun
The god of the eastern wind with the Algonquin Indians in north-east America. He is the son of the primordial goddess 'twilight' and brother of Kabibonokka, Kabun, and Shawano. The morning star Wabund Annung is his wife. Wabun is often identified with the hero Michabo
Michabo
The 'great hare' of the Algonquin Indians and creator of the earth. His wife is Muskrat and they are the founders of the human race, whom Michabo taught many arts. He is associated with the sun and is master of thunder and wind. His father is Kabun, the western wind.
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Wabun Son of Mudjekeewis (North-American Indian), East-Wind, the Indian Apollo. Young and beautiful, he chases Darkness with his arrows over hill and valley, wakes the villager, calls the Thunder, and brings the Morning. He married Wabun-Annung (q.v.), and transplanted her to heaven, where she became the Morning Star. (Longfellow: Hiawatha.)

Wabung Annung in North American Indian mythology, is the Morning Star. She was a country maiden wooed and won by Wabun, the Indian Apollo, who transplanted her to the skies. (Longfellow: Hiawatha.) The First Hypertext Edition of The Dictionary of Phrase and Fable THE DICTIONARY OF PHRASE AND FABLE BY E. COBHAM BREWER FROM THE NEW AND ENLARGED EDITION OF 1894

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From "Black Elk Speaks" by John Neihardt

Now I light the pipe, and after I have offered it to the powers that are one Power, and sent forth a voice to them, we shall smoke together. Offering the mouthpiece first of all to the One above--so--I send a voice:

Hey hey! hey hey! hey hey! hey hey!
Grandfather, Great Spirit, you have been always, and before you no one has been. There is no other one to pray to but you. You yourself, everything that you see, everything has been made by you. The star nations all over the universe you have finished. The four quarters of the earth you have finished. The day, and in that day, everything you have finished. Grandfather, Great Spirit, lean close to the earth that you may hear the voice I send. You towards where the sun goes down, behold me; Thunder Beings, behold me!
You where the White Giant lives in power, behold me! You where the sun shines continually, whence come the day-break star and the day, behold me! You where the summer lives, behold me! You in the depths of the heavens, an eagle of power, behold! And you, Mother Earth, the only Mother, you who have shown mercy to your children! Hear me, four quarters of the world--a relative I am! Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is! Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you. With your power only can I face the winds.
Great Spirit, Great Spirit, my Grandfather, all over the earth the faces of living things are all alike. With tenderness have these come up out of the ground. Look upon these faces of children