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CtAqlhl'n kanA'x dage' wukanl'n KAck!A'Lk!-hAs. DuLa'kltc 



Stikiiie across out warled KAcklA'Lk! and his brothers. His sister 



ut aoLige'n. TcIuLe' Aq! tox wusite'. 



at him looked. Then at it beeonie they were, 



(or them) ,'<tone 



The nation's canoe is drifting- ashore with him. My uncle is already 

 dead. I do not expect liim any more. 



KAcklA'Lk! and his brothers waded out across the Stikine. Their 

 sister looked at them. Then they turned into stone. '^ 



(80) Composed by Man-who-obeys (QIayA'x qoste') of the Ka'- 

 gwAntJin about liis son who was drowned coming down Chiikat river. 

 Tea tcfic kogAsga'x diyel-ani' kadA'x digo'tc. 



Already will go away crying this Raven from on this Wolf (phratry). 



town 



Wae'tc Agi AcukA' yilivA'x vAgodji' diye'l? 



You ? the future you made this Wolf this Raven 



phratry (or you)? 



This Wolf phratry will go away crying from the Raven town. 



Do you think you made the future for this Wolf phratry, you Raven? 



(Si) Composed by one of the Ka'gwAntfui named CgwAtc, about an 

 uncle who had died. 



At a'sis tu'nAxdata'ntc yall'ngit-ani', gfisu' giice' lAq! ye At 



I always think about myself this world, but when not thus things 



q6nuk"ya'. 



they do (='die). 



Gude'sa u'nxadjitc Axkfi'k. Ha'dA yek tatu'gu yitga' yektc 



Where is I ilo not know my uncle. Around this spirits cave down into spirits 



world 



yaxe'tc Axka'k. 



threw my inicle. 



I always think within myself that thei'e is no place where people do 

 not die. 



I do not know where my uncle is. Prol)a])ly the spirits threw down 

 my uncle into the spirits' cave around this world. 



(82) Mourning song composed by SAkwc't!, a woman of the iJene'di 

 (L!ene'di-ca), al)out her brother who was drowned. 



Sanaxe'ttc gu Ada'x qoya'olidJAgc qa yAx xAt gugwati'. 



South wind from it were killed people like I am. 



(through it) 



I am like the people who were killed by the south wind. 



(83) Mourning song composed by SAkwe't! about her drowned 

 brother. 



YisLA'guce uga' At wusuwu' cawA't vax uc xAt i'wati 



I wish T were for her [with helped woman like I wish I were 



things] 



TAxgwA'stc. Uga' wusu'wu ca'wAt yAx xAt nAgate' Axkil'k duhi'ti 



tfAxgwA's For her helped woman like I were my uncle's hou.se 



rrgaxsAxI'x. 



I might rebuild. 



"See story 31, ]). lOG. 



