504 
W. 
THALBITZER. 
B. EPIC-LYRIC POEMS FOR CHILDREN OR GROWN-UPS 
52-267") 
No. 252. The Shooting-star. 
Moolatte. 
This poem agrees with no. 35. Moolätte did not understand the end of it. 
uloriar pin'a 1 
qontarter pina 2 
as atipike 3 
ergiperliy tin 4 
регате ит it in 5 
anvun lo"qin'ame 6 
{ogeargearqin ame 7 
toq'in' amin 8 
You star up yonder, 
You starer up yonder ! 
Your fingers up yonder 
Did'nt hold very fast, 
Did’nt knit very tight. 
Downwards when it fell 
Though nearly without touching [?| 
[?] 
No. 253. The Strange Umiak. 
Moolatte. 
This is a variant of no. 27 from Ammassalik, cf. the translation given 
there (р. 226). I cite here Moolätte’s version in full length. His eqe-tisara 
(1. 10) ‘my wiping moss, toilet moss’ seems to be taken from no. 10 (1. 1). 
The numbers in the parentheses refer to no. 27 A. 
1 (1) umiara‘wi cak'o 
2 (4) sargartiwarme 
3 uvartiwarme 
4 (6) iput-urajiwin 
5 (7) itiwanon qiwiarner 
6 (8) ajortirajiwin 
7 (5) aqutorajiwin 
8 (7) itiwanon дшлагпег 
9 (8) ajortirajiwin 
10 ege'lisara 
11 (13) sa‘wip'on 
12 (14) o'nalinin 
1 
The strange umiak rowers down there 
at sea 
From (or to) the sunny slope of the 
high mountain 
From (or to) the steep wall of the 
high mountain, 
The women rowers 
To turn their heads to the other side 
They are not able. 
Their steerers 
To turn their heads to the other side 
They are not able. 
My wiping moss 
Drifts outwards 
[Because the boat lay along, or upset?] 
