Notes From a Backwoods Saami Core (5)
It’s a few generations back. King-Jo stands on a hill overlooking the village. A mastodon of a man. He’s heard that the Swedish king himself will pass here with his cortege on his way to the coast. Jo’s brought two planks of wood onto this hill which has a good view in several directions. Now he just waits. Nobody in the village understands what he’s doing. Until now they’ve called him only Jo.
Then Jo sees a long cortege approaching in the distant. It can only be the king. Jo has never laid hand on an instrument, but he’s heard “God Save The King”. He picks up the two planks and starts banging them to the beat of the song so hard that the sound echoes throughout the parish. He keeps on doing this until the king’s cortege has passed and is out of sight. Then Jo walks down from the hill. Whether the Swedish kind ever understood the tribute, nobody really knows.