Le terme Ojibwé vient de Outchibou, nom donné au XVIIe siècle à un groupe qui vivait au nord de ce qui est aujourd’hui Sault Ste. Marie, en Ontario.Voici un de leur conte : A Coyote Story (en anglais).
Les Ojibwés faisaient partie d’une série de groupes très proches, mais distincts, occupant un territoire situé entre le nord-est de la baie Géorgienne et l’est du lac Supérieur. Ces peuplades qui se rassemblent près de la ville actuelle de Sault Ste. Marie sont aussi appelées Saulteaux, un terme qui désigne aujourd’hui principalement les peuples ojibwés du nord-ouest de l’Ontario et du sud-est du Manitoba.
This is a traditional story from the Ojibwa.
Coyote was walking along a lake and saw a flock of ducks, which
put him in the mood for a good duck dinner. So he stuffed a bag
full of grass and walked past the ducks, stepping lively and singing
a catchy tune. « Where are you going? » asked one of the ducks.
« I am going to a circle, » replied Coyote. « What’s
in the bag? » asked the duck.
« Songs that I am bringing to the circle, » replied Coyote.
« Oh, please sing your songs for us, » the ducks all said.
« I’m very busy »
« Please please, please, please … » « I’m running
late , » « Please, please ,please please… ». »Oh, alright.
I’ll sing a song for you, but I need your help. All of you stand
in three lines. The fattest ones in the front, those in the middle
who are neither fat nor thin, and the thin ones in back.
All of you close your eyes and dance and sing as loud as you can.
Don’t anyone open your eyes or stop singing, because my songs are
very powerful and if you do that you may go blind! Is everyone ready? »
« We are! » replied the ducks, and they fell into lines
and began dancing and singing along with Coyote’s tune.
Coyote moved up and down the line, thumping the ducks on the head
and stuffing them into his bag. The ducks were singing and dancing
so hard that no one could hear the thumps or know what was happening.
This would have gone on till none were left, if not for one scraggly
duck in the back who opened his eyes and saw what was going on.
« Hey, he’s going to get us all! » cried the scraggly one.
At this, the other surviving ducks opened their eyes and made their
getaway. Coyote wasn’t too upset; he already had a lot of ducks
in his bag. He went home and ate good for a good while.
The ducks went home and mourned their dead, and gave thanks to
The Great Duck that one of them had been wise enough to open his
eyes, and that the rest of them had been wise enough to listen to
the one who gave warning.
