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I am going to nod my head toward you, Ka'gwAntan's children. 

 Don't talk like that. Good-b}^ with your words, you Raven. 



(1)6) Composed by one of the Ka'gwAntfm named Ketlcl'kle, and 

 used in making peace and at feasts. When the dancers have reached 

 the dooi', some one says, "Where is the man T' and they reply, ""Up 

 in the woods/' because the man who is to start the song hides himself 

 just 1)efore it l)egins. 



Lii uga' qeti'slik iye'ii digo'tc. Tela Lex ye'nAx dri([ uwagu't 



Never after it you look, you Raven your Wolf Already from there up it has gone, 



[phratry] . 



yAdiye'h 



you Raven. 



Do not look after your Wolf phratry any more, you Raven. It has 

 already gone into the woods, 3'ou Kaven. 



(97)" Composed b}^ Qa'ucte, a Ka'gwAntan man, about men who 

 never keep their word — those who talk much after they have been 

 drinking and later do not remember what they have said. The 

 Te'tioedi are referred to because he married a woman of that family, 

 and they always came to him when they got drunk. 



Ago'tde na'okAt tcuc dade' ctuwu'k danl'k, Te'qoedi yA'tqli. 



After you have been drinking whisky you better put away talking Te'qoedi's children, 



of how well you were brought up, 



Adutu'qIsAs ye nAtl'tc qa'dA An gadA'qen? 



In whose mind thus is it when you are sober? 



After you have been drinking you better stop talking al)out how 

 well you were brought up, Te'qoedi's children. What one of you 

 thinks about it when he is sober? 



(98) Song composed by a man who had been brought up in court 

 before Judge Tuttle. 



He'daho dJAtc da ill' ituwu' waA'cjwe. KiksA'di yA'tqli i'site 



About this, Judge, about never your mind disturb. KiksA'di's children you are 



idjiyT't qlAxdugii'q!. 



of you one should be afraid. 



Never mind about this. Judge. You are not a cliild of the 

 KiksA'di that people should be afraid of you. 



(99) A love song originally obtained from a Tiigish woman. 



Dat sAk" sayu' Daye' cak dAX ixA'ndi xagudiye'q!. TsIas AxnA'ti 



What for was it Dyea far up from to you I have gone to. Only from me 



yax igu't gotLlA'tki qade'. liti't xodziga'x. 



on you went some other to. For you I am crying, 



some- [town] 



thing. 



Why have I come to you to Dyea from far inland only to find that 

 you have gone away to another town [on a steamer]? Here I am, cry- 

 ing for you. 



a Songs 97 to 102 were given the writer by his interpreter, Don Cameron. The rest were obtained 

 from a Sitka Indian of the Box-house people named Dekina'k!". 



