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You are hurrying- to death too fast, Nanyaa'yfs children. You 

 ought to have seen your Wolf phratry first. 



(57) Composed by Kakaye'k, a Ka'gwAntan, about his brother's 

 wife. His name probal^Iy refers to the wolf making a noise that can 

 be heard a long distance off. The woman is represented as if speaking, 

 and anticipating being sent awa}' by the whites for drunkenness. 



De Agwaya'ge igodjf yAstl'yi naotc ka'owulcu. Aya' isiti' 



As if he were beginning your Wolf is whisliy were drunk on. This i.s vou are 



phratry what ' like 



TcukAne'di yA'tqli. 



Grass-people's children. 



Yadjinahe'n ayaylde/ xAt yenaiga'x Kfi'gwAntan vA'tqli. 



I am sent away just before it me have pity on, Kfi'gwAntan's children. 



It is just as if I were beguining to get drunk. This is what you are 

 like, Grass-people's children. 



Have pity on me before I am sent away from here, Kri'gwAntfin's 

 children. 



(58) Composed by the woman referred to above, in reply. Her name 

 was Toxaoci', and she belonged to the TiA'ciIdentan. 



De tuiAtsI'n kAtya' avA'x qlayuja' Ka'gwAntan yA'tqIh Axtuwu' 



It is a very hard thing like it you are say- Ka'gwAntan's children. My mind 



ing 



LAX VAnfk". 



very is sick. 



Wuctu'x nao ye XAt wusi'ni. Ate xAt ye'nayigilx Ka'gwAntan 



One after whisky thus me has been This is me you should pity Ka'gw.\utan's • 

 another " given to. why (mourn for) 



yA'tqli. 



children. 



What you are saying at»out me is very hard, Ka-'gwAutan's children. 

 I am very sad. 



You (i. e., the man accusing her) have given me one drink of Avhisk}'^ 

 after another. So you ought to have pity on me, Ka'gwAii tan's 

 children. 



(5U) Composed })y a shaman of the Ka'gwAntan named KlAgA'nk!. 

 TcIa nao kAX Asiya'ge xAt ya'ylgfixen. Da'jddAt ts!u \At 



.lust whisky for it is [that] me you pity. Why not now aLso me 



ye'nayigax De'citan yA'tqli? 



you pity (or De'citan's children? 

 love) 



It is onl}" on account of whislv}' that 3^011 pity me. Why don't you 

 also love me, De'citan's children 'i 



(60) Composed by Little Raven (Yelk I), one of the Prince of Wales 

 Island people (Ta'nta (joan) about Srxdagwe't! of the Llene'di. who had 

 previously gotten the best of him (see song 50). He speaks sarcas- 

 tically. 



