Wish I had some of your sailing experiences under my keel! Nanna Bijou (I mispelled it) is actually a "he" . . . We learned about him visiting First Nations monuments in Ontario. Perhaps we should have made our offering to Gitchee Manitou: Nanna Bijou The Sleeping Giant This great Ojibway legend explains the origin of the land formation of the Sibley Peninsula in Lake Superior, opposite the city of Thunder Bay. Nanna Bijou is the giant demigod of the Great Spirit, Gitche Manitou. Nanna Bijou decides to reward the great Ojibway tribe for their loyalty, so he tells a secret to Shinwauk, the great chief. Nanna Bijou extracts a promise from Shinwuak that he will never speak of the secret to the shogonos, the white men. When Shinwauk returns to his people, he extracts from them the same promise, and then he takes a few Ojibway with him and they go to find the caves of silver--Nanna Bijou revealed the location to Shinwauk. The Ojibway begin using the silver for jewelry and to decorate their tools. Their enemies, the Sioux, want to find out where the Ojibway got the silver, and through a spy they discover the secret, which they then reveal to the white men. A great storm follows and destroys the two white men and the spy becomes an old man in four days and dies. Even Nanna Bijou does not escape the anger of Gitchee Manitou. He now lies on the shores of the great lake, turned to stone where everyone can see him in the landscape. ----- Original Message ----- From: chbenneck@juno.com To: chonshell@ia4u.net ; montgomery_boats@mailman.xmission.com Sent: Sunday, March 13, 2005 2:56 PM Subject: Klabautermann Hi Craig, I like the sound of your Ojibwa goddess, though I have never made her acquaintance. The closest I've come to Lake Michigan is Lake Ontario, when my daughter's former boyfriend, whom we had converted to a sailor, wanted the same boat as our's. After a lot of looking he finally found a sister ship in Rochester, NY - which also was the exact same color as our's was: - red, and the Admirable and I helped him bring the boat from Rochester, via the NY State Barge Canal to the Hudson, and thence down the river to his new home port at Staten Island. While in Lake Ontario, heading for Oswego and the Oswego Canal, your Ojibwa goddess never showed her presence, and even if she had, I would have been at a loss as to the proper protocol to use addressing Ojibwa goddesses in a fresh water lake. What are the proper forms of address? Your Watery Highness? My Klabautermann experiences all had to do with water of the salty kind. But didn't the Ojibwa Indians also like Fire Water? Give it a try. I've tired hats, caps, and a few other odd things as well, - screwdrivers, pliers, shackles, to name just a few - but the sacrifices seemed more harmful to me, than appreciated by the Klabautermann. Connie