308 THE MAIDU, 
Yo!-wo, yo’-wun nim, yun’ ni-ni. 
I will win, I will win, I will win. 
Dim/’-lan-po di kiil/-leng wo/-man-di. 
The women weep in the shadows [of the assembly-hall]. 
Lai’-dam lil’-lim win nai/-nai ku/-lem ni. 
I twinkle [like] the morning star, my father (i.¢., 1am vanishing in the sky). 
Hi-pi-ning’ koi-o-di’, ko-wi/-cho-nung koi-o-di’. 
The valley of heaven, I approach the valley [of heaven]. 
Hi-pi-ning’ koi-o-di’ ye’-wo nai. 
[Now] I run up the valley of heaven. 
Hi-pi-ning’ koi-o-di’, nik’-ki koi-o-di’. 
The valley of heaven, mine [is] the valley [of heaven]. 
Hi-pi-ning’ koi-o-di’ Jel/-ang-ku-ku wub’-wub toan nai. 
I strike the heaven-reaching, sounding string, (literal, wuh-wuh-string). 
THE ACORN SONG. 
Hu’-tim yo’-kim koi-o-di’. 
The acorns come down from heaven. 
Wi-hi yan’-ning koi-o-di’, 
I plant the short acorns in the valley. 
Lo/-whi yan/-ning koi-o-di’. 
I plant the long acorns in the valley. 
Yo-ho’ nai-ni’, hal-u/-dom yo nai, yo-ho/ nai-nim’. 
I sprout, I, the black-oak acorn, sprout, I sprout. 
P1-U'-CHUN-NUH’S SONG. 
We-le’-u-deh Pi-u/-chun-nuh nai/-i-ni, 
I, Pi-u’-chun-nuh, am in We-le’-u-deh. 
Wi’-no mai’-keh we’-we nai. : 
Icry everywhere, like the boys (i.¢., the young choristers). 
We-le-leh’ tiim-bo’. 
Foggy is the path to We-le’-u-deh. 
Win’-na, win/-na koi-o-di’. 
Bright, bright is the valley. 
Lu’-yeh, lu’-yem yan/-dib. ; 
All, all [are in] the assembly-hall. 
Pal’-a-kum bo u/-ye nai. 
I walk the red-feather path. 
Pok’-alanam bo u/-ye nai. 
I walk the white-feather path. 
Ko/-i me’-lu me/-lu nai. 
[Like] the white goose I sing, I sing. 
Yu/-yem yan’-dili yu/-yem nai. 
I put out all from the assembly-hall. 
Tai-a-man -ing ya-ma-na’ loi’-e-mo-to nai/-i-nih. 
I throw together the mountains and the west mountains (i, e., the Sierra Nevada and the 
Coast Range). 
KI-U-NAD/-DIS-SI’S SONG. 
Yo-in’ niu-nim! yo-in’ nin-nim’. 
I am the only one, the only one [left]. 
Wa/-pum dat/-pan ka/-no-mai, si/-wing ku/-no ka/-no-mai, en/-ak wi’-wung ka’-no-mai. 
An old man, I carry the gambling-board; an old man, I sing the gambling song. 
Wai’-i pen’-noam so-loap/-kum. 
