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going into the house, they sang a song, as is their custom ; and when 

 they were all in, one of the young men came along and went to meet 

 the youth whose name was Really Black, and spoke to hini. "Friend, 

 I want you to go with me, and let us sit on the other side of that post 

 there!" They went together, and sat down behind the post. Then 

 the chief began to dance, and they sang the first song accompanying 

 the chief 's dance ; and a beautiful mountain stood in the middle of the 

 budding, inside the house. 



When the first song was ended, they began another one; and tins 

 is their song: ' 



O yi yi ye a ha a yi yi ye a ha yi ye a a 



Na-sta sga-nis-da ha a yi yi ye a ha yi ye a a 



Wil ligi-sgErEl n-na°q-i-gwa yi yi ye a ha yi ye a a 



Awil gun-dad wa'kgEt yi yi ye a ha yi ye a a 



Tin sa-k4axsi sga-nisi yi yi ye a ha yi ye a a 



"O yi yi yea haa! on one side of a high mountain I laid my hoof, because the 

 prince of the Mountain Goats kicked down the side of the mountain." 



When the next song began, behold ! a mountain goat was seen coming 

 along the mountain, with one horn on its head. It came down from 

 the top of the mountain, jumping, until it reached the foot of the 

 mountain; and all the people said, "It looks like a real mountain 

 goat." 



When the last song was being sung, the Mountain Goat leaped in 

 front of the guests, and kicked the front of the house. He leaped to 

 one side and kicked it again; and the house and the whole floor 

 broke down, and all the people were destroyed alongside the high 

 mountain. Only the one youth, Really Black, was saved. He had 

 been sitting behind the house post, which had now become a little 

 spruce tree way up on a high mountain. 



There was no way of escape for him, for the rocks were very steep 

 above and below. He began to look down below, and on the next 

 morning he was crying for fear; but his friend lay by his side, sleeping 

 soundly, until the sun was high up in the sky. Whfle the youth 

 Really Black was still weeping, the young man who was sleeping by 

 his side woke up, and said, "What is the matter with you, friend?" 

 and Really Black, full of fear, said, "It is because all my people have 

 been buiied by this steep mountain, and I have no way of escape from 

 this steep place." 



Then the youth who had been asleep said, "Do you know who 

 invited your people in?" Really Black said, "No." Then the 



i Music and words were recorded by Mr. Tate. The adjustment of words and music does not appear 

 clearly from his manuscript.— F.B. 



