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SOUND ASLEEP. 
mummery, solemn and ludicrous at once, of the analo¬ 
gous ceremonies of our North American Indians. 
“ The chant and the feed and the ceremony all com¬ 
pleted, Hans, Morton, and myself crawled feet-foremost 
into our buffalo-bag, and Ootuniah, Awahtok, and 
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Myouk flung themselves outside the skin between us. 
The last I heard of them or any thing else was the 
renewed chorus of ‘Nalegak! nalegak! nalegak-soak!’ 
mingling itself sleepily in my dreams with scliool-boy 
memories of Aristophanes and The Frogs. I slept 
eleven hours. 
“They were up long before'us, and had breakfasted 
