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when questioned as to his unusual proceedings. Ea, who as the 

 god of wisdom is naturally a master of evasion, provides him 

 with a subterfuge, and Sitnapistim sets about building his boat. 

 He forms it of timber and reeds, and makes it watertight by fill- 

 ing up the crevices with pitch, which he poured over it both 

 within and without. It is of great interest, as showing the local 

 coloring of the legend and the survival of an ancient custom, to 

 observe that this practice of paying the native boats of the Eu- 

 phrates with pitch has persisted in Mesopotamia down to the 

 present day, natural pitch being used, which occurs at various 

 localities in the valley, but particularly near the town of Hit. 

 Sitnapistim's method of procedure, both in building and paying 

 his boat, may still be witnessed at Hit as a matter of almost 

 everj^-day occurrence. 



Sitnapistim having provisioned the vessel, and brought into it 

 all his goods and chattels, received an intimation of the imme- 

 diate approach of the catastrophe ; he went on board with his 

 family and friends, closed the roof, and prudently intrusted the 

 helm to the sailor Buzar-sadi-rabi. Heavy rain fell during an 

 anxious night, and as soon as daybreak appeared 



"There arose from the foundation of heaven, a dark cLuid, 

 The storm-god Raman thundered in its midst and 

 Nebo and Merodach went in front. 

 As leaders they passed over mountain and plain. 

 Ninib went therein, and the storm behind him followed. 

 The Anunnaki raised high their torches, 

 With their radiant brightness the land glittered, 

 The turmoil of Eaman reached to heaven, 

 All that was light was turned to darkness. 

 ...... ... 



In the earth men perished. . . . 



Brother beheld not his brother, men knew not one another. In the heaven 



The gods were terrified bj' the deluge, and 



Hastened to ascend to the heaven of Anu. 



The gods were like a dog sat down cowering on the ring wall of heaven. 



Ishtar cried like one filled with anger. 



Cried the mistress of the gods the sweet-voiced 



'The former generation is turned to clay. . . . 



What I have borne, where is it? 



Like fish spawn it fills the sea.' " 



For six days the flood lasted and ceased on the seventh, and 

 then Sitnapistim is made to say : 



" I looked on the sea and called aloud, 

 But the whole of mankind was turned to clay. 

 I opened the air-hole, and the light fell on my face : 

 I bowed low, sat down, and wept, 

 Over my face flowed my tears." 



