whose words are always reported.
Just as if a man chased him out on the beach because of some one’s
talking, Little Raven threw himself before my words. I do not feel even
a little numb. That fellow, Little Raven, whose words they are always
reporting to me, can not see anything.
(51) On the same subject as the above and by the same composer.
Yēłkǃ łckᴀˊx ke djîtīˊnî ỵêx g̣uxỵîkỵᴀˊtîx
Little Raven not for yourself out can see like slave’s son
îsatīỵīˊtc xā îqǃāˊỵanūk. Yēn
because you are I hate what you always say. Sea cucumber(?)
qohâˊni yᴀx iyᴀdātˊtsǃîkǃāˊnqǃ qā gux
big like you have spots all over your face and slave
ucỵaˊ ᴀtc xā iqǃaỵanūˊk. Wâseˊʟ
look just like for that I hate to have you talk to me. Why
ł ke citīˊni yeqǃ sǃîˊqǃe yᴀx ʟǃēˊwu
not seeing anything at all into dish like sand
gîłax̣ᴀˊntc Ckᴀx ke djîtīˊnî ỵeqǃ
you always pick up for yourself not seeing into
tcᴀ gux ỵîk ỵᴀˊdî?
you big slave’s son?
Little Raven, I hate what you keep saying, because you are a slave’s
son and can see nothing. I hate to have you talk to me because you have
spots all over your face like a big sea cucumber (?) and look like a
slave. Don’t you know that, because you can not see anything, you big
slave’s son, you keep picking up sand instead of dipping into the dish?
(52) Composed about a certain man by Āndeyēˊk, one of the ʟǃenēˊdî.
Tsǃu Jamestowntc iyāˊwadji ʟǃenēˊdî ỵᴀˊtqǃî. Tsǃu
Also the Jamestown had punished you ʟǃenēˊdî’s children. Also
naˊiłaʟǃīt dê ỵīqǃᴀłaiyēˊłî. ᴀtc
you put away (imp.) your lying. That is how
ke ỵaiˊłaʟ̣ᴀkqǃu. ᴀxtuwâˊsîgu yāGold creek xᴀt
you get the best of people. I always like this Gold creek me
yaˊỵag̣axeˊ. Tsǃu ᴀt cnᴀx̣ᴀłtīˊtc
to have you pity in. Also I always feel very happy when
yāGold creek xᴀt yaỵag̣āˊxe Kîksᴀˊdî ỵᴀˊtqǃî.
this Gold creek me you pity in Kîksᴀˊdî’s children.
The Jamestown[185], has punished you already, ʟenēˊdî’s children. Put
away all of your lying. That is how you get the best of people.
I always like to have you pity me in this Gold creek. I always feel
very happy when you pity me in this Gold creek, Kîksᴀˊdî’s children.
FOOTNOTES:
[185] A former revenue cutter, which probably carried away the man
against whom this was composed and held him in confinement for a time.
(53) Composed by one of the Box-house people called Sāxaˊ, about
another man, Among-the-brant (Qênxoˊ), one of the Kîksᴀˊdî. It was sung
at feasts and in making peace.
Ye wusgīˊt yadîyēˊł tcǃa g̣ōtc
So always does this Raven this very Wolf phratry
qǃasēˊgu āwacāˊt. Yādiyēˊł de ān
the lives of this takes away. This Raven now with it
cỵīkᴀˊt wudîqêˊn. ᴀcīˊx g̣axōˊx g̣ōtc
upon the branch has flown. From him is asking Wolf phratry
ỵᴀqaỵîˊ. Tsǃu duỵaqaˊ yēx ᴀsîˊ ᴀnadjiˊ
words. Also he was saying like it was he thought it was
doxōnîˊ ỵᴀqaỵîˊ. Tsǃu ᴀdjiyeˊt kᴀndᴀnᴀˊttc.
his friend’s words. Also to him it always shakes.
This is the way this Raven always takes the lives of the Wolf phratry.
This Raven has already flown up on the branch with the words of the
Wolf phratry for which the Wolf phratry is asking him.
He thought that it was his friend’s words that the Raven was doing this
with. That always shakes him (i. e., it was really the words of the
Wolf phratry).
(54) Reply of Among-the-brant (Qênxoˊ) to Sāxaˊ.
Qoˊxde gāˊwu tîn wucuxdiỵaˊ
On the way back drum with I compare myself to make peace
îtūwuˊ. Deqǃēˊt cwudîtᴀˊn yēł āˊnî kᴀqǃ.
your mind. Now they are beating it Raven’s town in.
I compare myself to a drum beaten to make peace on the way back. They
are beating it already in the Ravenˊs town.
(55) Composed by Dead-slave (Gux-nawuˊ) about a woman named Poor-orphan
(Kâhântîˊkǃî), who was a very poor girl, but who, when she grew up,
became the richest woman in Wrangell.
Qāˊtcxᴀn-ākǃᵘ ux axłacūˊg̣o cātkǃ
Human-hip (Wrangell) lake in when I used to make fun of girl
yᴀˊtskǃox ỵîsatīˊqǃ. Gutx nao sa îkaˊołîcu.
little you were very small. Where whisky ? did you get.
ʟeł îkudēˊqǃ.
Never you get ashamed.
I used to make fun of this poor little girl at Wrangell when she was
very small.
Where did you get the whisky [that makes you feel so high]? You are
never ashamed.
(56) Composed by Kāłgīˊs, a man of the Sitka Kāˊgwᴀntān, about one of
the Nanỵaāˊỵî named Cugâˊn, before the victory of the Sitka people over
those of Wrangell.
Tcuc ỵaˊodawūʟ ᴀsîˊ niỵᴀtiˊ tcǃᴀ ᴀtsūˊx îˊwana,
May be too fast it is you are right along hurrying you die,
Nanỵaāˊỵî ỵᴀˊtqǃî. Tcǃa qā g̣ōdjîˊ
Nanỵaāˊỵî’s children. Still Wolf phratry
gâˊsǃᴀs g̣adustīˊntc.
you ought to have seen first.
You are hurrying to death too fast, Nanỵaāˊỵî’s children. You ought to
have seen your Wolf phratry first.
(57) Composed by Kakayēˊk, a Kāˊgwᴀntān, about his brother’s wife.
His name probably refers to the wolf making a noise that can be heard
a long distance off. The woman is represented as if speaking, and
anticipating being sent away by the whites for drunkenness.
De ᴀgwâytāˊge îg̣odjîˊ ỵᴀstīˊỵî naotc
As if he were beginning your Wolf phratry is whisky
kaˊowułcu. Āyaˊ îsitîˊ Tcūkᴀneˊdî
were drunk on. This is what you are like Grass-people’s
ỵᴀˊtqǃî.
children.
Yādjînahēˊn aỵaỵīdêˊ xᴀt yênaig̣āˊx Kāˊgwᴀntān
I am sent away just before it me have pity on, Kāˊgwᴀntān’s
ỵᴀˊtqǃî.
children.
It is just as if I were beginning to get drunk. This is what you are
like, Grass-people’s children.
Have pity on me before I am sent away from here, Kāˊgwᴀntān’s children.
(58) Composed by the woman referred to above, in reply. Her name was
Toxaocîˊ, and she belonged to the Tǃᴀˊqǃdentān.
De tułᴀtsīˊn kᴀtỵaˊ ayᴀˊx qǃaỵīqaˊ Kāˊgwᴀntān
It is a very hard thing like it you are saying Kāˊgwᴀntān’s
ỵᴀˊtqǃî. ᴀxtuwuˊ ʟᴀx ỵᴀnīˊkᵘ. Wuctūˊx nao ye
children. My mind very is sick. One after another whisky thus
xᴀt wusîˊnî. ᴀtc xᴀt
me has been given to. This is why me
yêˊnayîg̣āx Kāˊgwᴀntān ỵᴀˊtqǃî.
you should pity (mourn for) Kāˊgwᴀntān’s children.
What you are saying about me is very hard, Kāˊgwᴀntān’s children. I am
very sad.
You (i. e., the man accusing her) have given me one drink of whisky
after another. So you ought to have pity on me, Kāˊgwᴀntān’s children.
(59) Composed by a shaman of the Kāˊgwᴀntān named Kǃᴀgᴀˊnkǃ.
Tcǃᴀ nao kᴀx ᴀsiyāˊgê xᴀt ỵaˊỵīg̣āxēn. Daˊỵidᴀt
Just whisky for it is [that] me you pity. Why not now
tsǃu xᴀt yêˊnaỵîg̣āx Dēˊcitān ỵᴀˊtqǃî?
also me you pity (or love) Dēˊcitān’s children?
It is only on account of whisky that you pity me. Why don’t you also
love me, Dēˊcitān’s children?
(60) Composed by Little Raven (Yēłkǃ), one of the Prince of Wales
Island people (Tāˊnta qoan) about Sēxdagwēˊtǃ of the ʟǃenēˊdî, who
had previously gotten the best of him (see song 50). He speaks
sarcastically.
Yên duwaxēˊtc ceyādiYēłkǃ.
There they have already knocked him down this Little Raven.
Tcuc kᴀnʟ̣îdēˊqǃ ceyādiYēˊłkǃ.
Already he is ashamed this Little Raven.
They have already knocked down this Little Raven. This Little Raven is
already ashamed.
(61) Composed by Under-a-blanket (Kāguntūˊkǃ) of the Wᴀtāneˊdî, part of
the Kîksᴀˊdî, about the son of a ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî named Yēsguˊqtc, whose
brother had been killed in compensation for the killing of her brother.
ᴀxtuwūˊ tîn wūtc udiỵaˊ ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî ỵᴀˊtqǃî.
My mind with his is just the same ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî’s children.
ᴀtc ᴀxtuwūˊtc ke nᴀsxᴀˊn. Dāsᴀˊkᵘcî āg̣aˊ
So I am beginning to love him. I wonder what for it
ᴀnxᴀłg̣êˊntc qē xᴀt g̣ᴀˊsgîdîn. Ỵāˊqǃgwa
I always look I wake up in the morning. There might be a time
ᴀxhuˊnxo-hᴀs qâkxᴀsîtīˊn.
my brothers I might see.
His mind is just like mine, ʟǃūkǃnᴀxᴀˊdî’s children. So that I am
beginning to love him.
I wonder what I always look for when I wake up in the morning. Sometime
I might see my brothers.
(62) Composed by Man-that-is-not-all-right (Qa-uctêˊ) about Princess
Thom (Gadjîˊnt), because when she was very young all sorts of young men
went to her house, filling it as if it were a saloon. Princess Thom was
the own sister of Qǃāˊdustin. (See p. 347.)
Kᴀt-hīˊỵî nao-dakᴀ-hîˊtîỵî ᴀt qa cux̣īˊx̣tc
Even from whisky house (saloon) people get away
îłîkūˊdzî ᴀˊsî yᴀdîyēˊł.
but not from you it is this Raven.
Even from a saloon people get away, but not from you, Raven woman.
(63) Composed by a man named Kātdᴀˊ (Around-a-flat-basket, or
Around-a-woven-oil-presser), whose wife was taken away from him by her
people, who would not let her return.
Tcǃᴀ nūo datūwuˊ yᴀx ł xā ustēˊx, Toqỵeˊdî
Just whisky desire for like never I sleep, Toqỵeˊdî’s
ỵᴀˊtqǃî.
children.
Like one who desires whisky, I never sleep, Toqỵeˊdî’s children.
(64) Composed by Among-the-brant (Qênxoˊ)[186] of the Kîksᴀˊdî, about
Sāxaˊ, when his wife had been taken from him, and he felt very sad. The
last words are said to be in Tsimshian.
Xāqǃ łidzīˊ ỵaᴀxtuwuˊ. Wudjkēˊt xoyāˊîtc
To me is very hard this my mind. Around I were carrying
yāt ᴀxtuwuˊ. Hayuˊ wᴀłg̣āˊk cîndaˊ?
to this my mind. What is the matter with you? [Tsimshian words].
My own mind is very hard to me. It is just as if I were carrying my
mind around.
What is the matter with you?
FOOTNOTES:
[186] This name probably owes its origin to the circumstances recounted
in story 24.
(65) Composed by Sāxaˊ on the same subject as the song next preceding.
A man named Kǃułtǃeˊ-īc, belonging to the Chilkat Kāˊgwᴀntān, ran away
with Sāxaˊ’s wife, but the latter was afterward killed by Kǃułtǃeˊ-īc’s
first wife whom he had abandoned.
Dēsgwᴀˊtc gî g̣êsîtīˊn ke ỵᴀgᴀdîdaˊ
Already you have seen up going to the spirit world
yᴀˊdiyēł. ᴀcdayīˊn āyᴀˊx uwaguˊt doqōdjîˊ.
this Raven. To see her out to her has come her Wolf [phratry].
Nᴀˊna ỵîs aositīˊn dog̣odjîˊ.
Death for she has seen her Wolf [phratry].
You have already seen this Raven going up to the ghost country.
Her Wolf phratry has come out to see her. She has seen her Wolf phratry
for death.
(66) A man named Nūˊsǃnî composed this song and immediately afterward
stabbed several of his friends.
Yēˊkîtckᴀcax̣wēˊqǃ-yēˊgîtc nᴀdatcūˊn
Yēˊkîtckᴀcax̣wēˊqǃ spirit he was dreaming of
yūˊỵa-kuʟ̣înuˊtsk.
always smiling around.
He was dreaming of Yēˊkîtckᴀcax̣wēˊqǃ spirit always smiling around.
(67) Song said to have been sung by Wrangell Indians on the way to
Sitka when they felt sure that they were going to be killed.
Ctᴀqǃhīˊn ỵîx yēˊnᴀłx̣āc dutūˊwu yaˊdîyēł
Stikine down from floating his feelings this Raven
Tī-hît-tāˊnî ỵᴀˊtqǃî dutuwuˊdî.
Bark-house people’s children his feelings [are toward].
Qāqǃᴀsēˊgu dākᴀcuˊ ᴀt uwayaˊ da yututᴀˊnk,
About their lives they do that it is like about thinking,
Tī hît tān ỵᴀˊtqǃî.
Bark-house people’s children.
Floating down from the Stikine, the feelings of this Raven are toward
the Bark-house people’s children (i. e., he worries about his family).
He thinks about the lives of the Bark-house people’s children.
(68) Dorsal-fin-of-killer-whale-seen (Guc-dutīˊn), one of the
Nanỵaāˊỵî, almost died when on the way to Victoria, and composed this
song about his old friends.
Yēł ānîˊ ᴀˊkya ᴀdadêˊ xag̣āˊx. ᴀxłīˊłkǃᵘ-hᴀs
Raven’s town that [not] about I am crying. My grandfather’s
ānîˊ ayaˊ ᴀdadêˊ xᴀg̣āˊx.
town that about it I am crying.
Icāˊn Gucdutīˊn Wᴀktâˊnî qînqǃ
Poor Dorsal-fin-of-killer-whale-seen Victoria before he gets to
gog̣anaˊ.
he will die.
It is not Raven’s town I am crying about. It is my own grandfather’s
town I am crying about.
Poor Dorsal-fin-of-killer-whale-seen will die before he reaches
Victoria.
(69) Although this song is very much older, the words were put in at
the time the people of Sitka killed those of Wrangell. Just before they
started singing, everyone had to raise his paddle and cheer on account
of the scalps. A Nanỵaāˊỵî killed at that time was named Łtcǃūqǃ.
Tsǃu qǃwᴀn na-uˊ wet Ctᴀqǃhīˊn.
Again (imp.) you live at it the Stikine.
Will you live at the Stikine any more?
(70) This is sung by all the Kāˊgwᴀntān when a person’s body is being
burned, the first part during the burning itself and the second part
while the women are dancing around the fire, wearing ear pendants. The
first part is called Nodding-of-heads-to-and-fro (Kītcdacīỵîˊ), and the
only words used are Tînnaˊ sūwuˊ, “There are lots of coppers,” repeated
again and again.
[Second part] ᴀt ācuwaguˊt
To it he has been led
kiwâˊʟēn yᴀˊdᴀ ᴀxqēˊłkǃ.
up to a place where people are killed my nephew.
[Third part] De ᴀcyaỵīˊqǃ hît yên aołiyᴀˊx
Already for him house there have made
dukāˊk-hᴀs.
his uncles.
My nephew has been led up to a place where people [go who have been]
killed.[187]
His uncles have already made a house for him there.
FOOTNOTES:
[187] A special sky realm for those who have died by violence.
(71) A man had all of his friends destroyed by a bear, and was the only
one left in the fort they were then occupying. There he composed this
song. The last words are used because he was going to succeed his uncle.
Iwuxłîdjāˊq ᴀxkāˊk ixōˊnî anỵêˊtīt
I compare you, my uncle, your friends to high caste
ixłîdjᴀˊqᵘ. ᴀxyᴀˊx wuniˊỵî qa cîˊłīngît-āˊnî tūt
I compare you. Like me is like a man this world in
wusg̣axēˊn. Ag̣agucîˊ duāˊn itīˊdî sǃīt
is crying about. At that time his town to have taken out from
wudułwuˊsǃīn.
asked to have.
I compare you, my uncle, to your high-caste friends. A man in the same
state as myself is now wandering about this world, crying. At that time
a man such as that asked to have the things taken out from his place.
(72) Composed by a Chilkat man named Kaoguˊ on the instant when he was
asked to compose a song about a certain man’s mother who had just died.
ʟǃēˊwu kǃēˊnᴀx yên aỵacāˊt duyēˊłi
Sandy beach over on there has taken over his Raven
weditcāˊkǃ. G̣āx ᴀˊsgîde qōt ᴀsihaˊ, Kāˊgwᴀntān
the Eagle. To make anyone cry enough It is, Kāˊgwᴀntān’s
ỵᴀˊtqǃî. Yēłtc qoˊa dutūˊtx qonᴀshēˊtc.
children. Raven, however, to her always comes to amuse.
This Eagle has taken his Raven over to a good sandy beach. It is enough
to make one cry, Kîksᴀˊdî’s children. A Raven, however, always comes to
amuse her.
(73) Composed by Other-water (G̣onahīˊn) over a dead man.
Haˊde ᴀt cug̣ᴀˊsî ᴀxtūˊt ᴀsixaˊ
Here a great joy of laughing to me has brought
ᴀxkīˊkǃ. Udēˊ yu-ᴀguˊtqǃūc
my younger brother. Thither if I had known the way they go
g̣onayaˊ adeˊ ᴀn g̣agūˊt duyᴀˊx.
starting thither to him I would go as he [went].
My younger brother has brought me a great joy of laughter.
If I knew the way they go, I would go right to him.
(74) Composed by Joined-together (Wūct-wudūtsuˊ) when all of his
friends went down the rapids at G̣onaxōˊ and were drowned.
Āntǃîkānᴀˊx qogoˊxdîhān tsǃu yāˊtg̣ānỵkîkᴀỵīˊqǃ ᴀt
In front of the will stand up again in the bay there
qoxatîˊsǃnutc yūˊantǃekᴀ.
I always look expecting to see them.
Gāxᵘ koxâˊnîx qǃᴀˊna kowułg̣adīˊn ayᴀˊx xᴀt tunᴀstīˊtc
To the people the Duck tribe saved like it I always compare
ᴀxkīˊkǃ-hᴀs. Haỵīˊqǃ cēˊgîs tcǃaˊya wucxēnīn
my brothers. Down under the earth. right they went
anỵᴀˊtqǃî yᴀx.
the high-caste people like.
I always look expectantly to see some one stand up in front of the town
and in the bay.
I always compare my brothers to the people the Duck tribe saved. They
went right down under the earth like those high-caste people.
(75) Composed by Here-is-a-feather (Tǃaoyāˊtǃ), one of the Kāˊgwᴀntān,
when his brother died. It is used as a mourning and dancing song.
Î-ᴀt-kǃahīˊnî tîn xāt ỵidacîˊ Kāˊgwᴀntān
Your believing things with me your help. Kāˊgwᴀntān’s
ỵᴀˊtqǃî. Deyîˊn dᴀtāˊn xān wudjîxēˊn
children. It is as if with me were turning over
ᴀxłīˊłkǃᵘ-hᴀs hîˊtî. Dāˊg̣o qātc sᴀ xᴀt gᴀx sînēˊx?
my grandfathers’ house. Where person [is] ? me will save?
Help me with your believing, Kāˊgwᴀntān’s children.
It is as if my grandfathers’ house were turning over with me. Where is
the person that will save me?
(76) Composed by Man-for-himself (Stuwᴀ-qaˊ), one of the Kāˊgwᴀntān,
about his wife, who was from Kake. It was originally composed in Haida,
and the Haida words are said to be the following:
Łᴀqīwêˊ gīcîndêˊ hêˊłgugê.
The Tlingit equivalent is given at greater length, as follows:
ʟᴀx ᴀxtēˊqǃtc îsêxᴀˊn Tsagueˊdî ỵᴀˊtqǃî. Tcāˊtcǃᴀ
Very my heart I love you from Tsagueˊdî’s children. Only
iīˊn tsa xᴀt goqwᴀnaˊ.
with you indeed I will die.
I love you from my heart, Tsagueˊdî’s children. You are the only one I
will die with.
(77) Composed by Pressing-down (Kᴀstǃāˊk), one of the Tcūˊkᴀn-ca
(Tcūkᴀneˊdî women). Her brothers were drowned and their bodies were not
recovered.
Iqǃaỵîˊ xᴀt ỵawaʟ̣āˊk Kāˊgwᴀntān ỵᴀˊtqǃî. Da icāˊn
Your point me has beaten, Kāˊgwᴀntān’s children. But pity
xᴀt ye nāˊỵîg̣āx. Dasᴀˊkᵘcî āg̣aˊ ᴀnxᴀłg̣êˊntc
me this you have on. I wonder what for it I always look after
qē xᴀt ᴀsgīˊt. Yāqǃ gâ
when I wake up in the morning. There might be a time when
ᴀxīˊkǃ-hᴀs qâkᴀsîtīˊn.
my brothers I would see.
Your point[188] has beaten me, Kāˊgwᴀntān’s children. But take pity on
me.
I wonder what I always look after when I wake up in the morning.
Sometime I might see my brothers.
FOOTNOTES:
[188] Probably where they were drowned.
(78) Composed by Kāqātucūˊtc of the Kāˊgwᴀntān when his father and his
uncle died.
Djîłqāˊt hīn ỵîx ỵᴀkᵘgwasāˊx
Chilkat river down through will come down
îkᴀnēˊk ᴀxkāˊk. Nādadᴀˊx
your sickness (sound of your death) my uncle. From the nations
g̣ᴀdjîxāˊn nādāgawuˊ ᴀxʟāˊ.
has fallen down the nation’s drum, my mother.
Nātūˊtx ke ỵitāˊn ᴀtūˊdenᴀx duᴀˊxtc
From among the nations up you take from among them can be heard
ᴀxʟāˊ.
my mother.
The noise of your death, my uncle, will come down through Chilkat river.
The nation’s drum has fallen down, my mother. Take the drum out from
among the nations so that they can hear my mother.
(79) Composed by a Nanỵaāˊỵî named Kakᴀsguxoˊ, about Kᴀckǃᴀˊʟkǃ and
Łqǃayāˊkǃ, referring to the time when they strove to cross the Stikine
and were turned to stone. This is a mourning song, therefore a long
cane is used when it is sung.
ᴀcīˊn gua yên yułītîˊtk dînaỵîˊ ỵaguˊ.
With him goes there (ashore) drifting the nation’s canoe.
ᴀxkāˊk deỵe kᴀndawᴀˊʟǃ. Uqǃ
My uncle already is breaking up (= is dead). Him here
ᴀnᴀˊxłix̣ātc. Ctᴀqǃhīˊn kānᴀˊx dageˊ wukânîˊn
I do not expect any more. Stikine across out waded
Kᴀckǃᴀˊʟkǃ-hᴀs. Duʟ̣āˊkǃtc ut
Kᴀckǃᴀˊʟkǃ and his brothers. His sister at him (or them)
aoʟ̣îg̣êˊn. Tcǃuʟeˊ ᴀqǃ tēx wusiteˊ.
looked. Then at it become stone they were.
The nation’s canoe is drifting ashore with him. My uncle is already
dead. I do not expect him any more.
Kᴀckǃᴀˊʟkǃ and his brothers waded out across the Stikine. Their sister
looked at them. Then they turned into stone.[189]
FOOTNOTES:
[189] See story 31, p. 106.
(80) Composed by Man-who-obeys (Qǃayᴀˊx qosteˊ) of the Kāˊgwᴀntān about
his son who was drowned coming down Chilkat river.
Tca tcūc kogᴀsgāˊx diyēł-ānîˊ kadᴀˊx
Already will go away crying this Raven town from on
dig̣ōˊtc. Waeˊtc ᴀgî ᴀcukᴀˊ ỵiłiyᴀˊx
this Wolf (phratry). You ? the future you made
yᴀg̣odjîˊ diyēˊł?
this Wolf phratry this Raven (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?
(81) Composed by one of the Kāˊgwᴀntān named Cgwᴀtc, about an uncle who
had died.
ᴀt ᴀˊsîs tuˊnᴀxdataˊntc yałīˊngît-ānîˊ, gūsuˊ gucêˊ łᴀqǃ
I always think about myself this world, but when not
ye ᴀt qōnukᵘỵaˊ. Gudēˊsa uˊnxadjītc ᴀxkāˊk.
thus things they do (= die). Where is I do not know my uncle.
Hāˊdᴀ yēk tatūˊgu ỵītgâˊ yēktc ỵaxēˊtc
Around this world spirits cave down into spirits threw
ᴀxkāˊk.
my uncle.
I always think within myself that there is no place where people do not
die.
I do not know where my uncle is. Probably the spirits threw down my
uncle into the spirits’ cave around this world.
(82) Mourning song composed by Sᴀkwēˊtǃ, a woman of the ʟǃenēˊdî
(ʟǃenēˊdî-ca), about her brother who was drowned.
Sānaxēˊttc gu ᴀdāˊx qoyaˊołîdjᴀg̣ê qā yᴀx
South wind from it (through it) were killed people like
xᴀt gugwatiˊ.
I am.
I am like the people who were killed by the south wind.
(83) Mourning song composed by Sᴀkwēˊtǃ about her drowned brother.
Yisʟᴀˊgucê ug̣āˊ ᴀt wusuwuˊ cāwᴀˊt yᴀx
I wish I were for her [with things] helped woman like
uc xᴀt īˊwatî Tᴀxgwᴀˊstc. Ug̣āˊ wusūˊwu cāˊwᴀt yᴀx
I wish I were Tᴀxgwᴀˊs For her helped woman like
xᴀt nᴀg̣ateˊ ᴀxkāˊk duhîˊtî āˊg̣axsᴀx̣īˊx̣.
I were my uncle’s house I might rebuild.
Aỵīˊqǃgua ỵāwaguˊt g̣ᴀgāˊn deỵīˊ. ᴀtcgâˊ ł yᴀx
Perhaps into it he went sun’s trail. So that not like
wūˊnxᴀda ᴀxīˊkǃ.
I can ever see my brother.
I wish I were like that woman who was helped by Tᴀxgwᴀˊs. If I were
like the woman that he helped, I should rebuild my uncle’s house.
Perhaps my brother went into the sun’s trail so that I can never see
him again.
(84) Tǃaoyāˊdînīk, chief of the Kāˊgwᴀntān, dreamed this song about the
wolf post:
Îtdeˊ tcuc saqᴀˊdîha ᴀxkāˊk-hᴀs. Kīāˊg̣ᴀgāˊn hîˊtiqǃ nēł
I will put back my uncles. The sun-world’s houses into
ūqâgūˊt.
I will go.
I will put back my uncles. I will go into the sun-world’s houses.
(85) A song without words, sung by spirits when food is sent to them
through the fire.
(86) Composed since the missionaries came, by a man named Deer-woman
(Cawᴀˊt-qōwakāˊn), at a time when the people were hunting sea otter.
Kī anqāˊwo dā qǃᴀnᴀˊckîde yu-xᴀt-yênᴀskaˊ ᴀxāˊnî
Thou Almighty God pity wilt thou have on me my town
qākᴀˊsatīn.
so I can see.
Almighty God, have pity on me so that I can reach my town.
(87) A peace song composed by a Chilkat man named Kîˊngu (perhaps
Qêˊnxo) after there had been war between his people and the Wuckitāˊn,
and the latter were coming up there to a peace feast.
Uxkēˊ ỵᴀnaqēˊncî ye ỵᴀtîˊ Wuckitāˊn ỵᴀˊtqǃî?
Why do you talk so thus it is Wuckitāˊn’s children?
Djîłqāˊt ỵek g̣êsatīˊn. Łīngîˊtc agîˊ ye usîˊni
Chilkat to you are going to see. Indians ? thus can make
Wuckitāˊn ỵᴀˊtqǃî. Tcǃᴀ ʟᴀkᵘx aqǃᴀłîtsīˊn.
Wuckitāˊn’s children. From far back they are valued.
Why do you talk so, Wuckitāˊn’s children? You are going to see Chilkat.
A person can not make anyone like Wuckitāˊn’s children. They have been
valued from long ago.
(88) This is sung when peace is being made after a great war. With a
change in the name of the clan mentioned it could be used by anyone.
Iwunaˊ qǃuc Kāˊgwᴀntān ỵᴀˊtqǃî ikādēˊ
If you had died Kāˊgwᴀntān’s children for you
cᴀˊnkᴀłx̣ᴀc. Waîˊx sa xᴀˊnisᴀ ikadêˊ
I would have cut my hair. So much I love you for you
ỵᴀnkᴀdatǃūˊtcǃt, Kāˊgwᴀntān ỵêˊtqǃî.
I would have blackened my face, Kāˊgwᴀntān’s children.
If you had died, Kāˊgwᴀntān’s children, I would have cut off my hair
for you. I love you so much that I would have blackened my face for
you, Kāˊgwᴀntān’s children.
(89) The singer of this is a Hummingbird Deer (Dᴀwᴀˊtgîya qōˊwakān), so
called because he performs like a hummingbird. Just before he started
this song, the persons who had charge of him turned around four times
with him in the direction the sun takes.
[Words recited] ᴀxsǃāˊtqǃeỵên, ᴀxdakēˊtqǃî.
My masters, my outside box.
Qǃaỵᴀˊxa. Danaeteˊ
I am going to speak like. Started (or joined in with me)
ᴀxsǃāˊtqǃiỵên.
my masters.
[Words sung] Tsǃa kᴀx̣wâˊᴀsgᴀ anᴀˊq akᵘxᴀgūˊt
Very I am feeling lonely away from I am going
ᴀxkāˊk-hᴀs ānîˊ. ᴀtcīˊ ᴀg̣êˊ xatīˊ ᴀxsǃāˊtqǃîỵên.
my uncles’ town. Singing inside I am, my masters.
Tcuc ctāˊdî dᴀg̣āˊxaỵa xātîˊ.
Crying about myself I am.
My masters, my opposite phratry, I am going to speak thus. My masters
joined in with me.
I am feeling very lonely away. I am going to my uncles’ town. I am
singing inside, my masters. I am crying about myself.
(90) A deer song supposed to have been used by the land otters when
they were making peace and afterward by men also.
[Words spoken] Kūˊcta qoan cāˊwu ayuˊ awacāˊ
Land otter people woman of it was married
Yēł. Ag̣aˊayu nākāˊnīx
Raven. At that time a messenger (when wife’s people feasted)
wusiteˊ Yēł. Qōˊwakāˊnt wuc kaˊodîdjêł
became Raven. As deer started to take each other up
kucta qoaˊnî.
land otter people.
[Words sung] Gāˊwa yāˊtǃᴀ. Qǃexetᴀnūˊqǃu. Gāˊwaỵa
A drum here is. Lobster (?) this is. This drum
kut wułîgaˊwu gāˊwa yātǃ. Tcǃuʟeˊ
is very noisy the drum that is here. Then
awułîtsīˊn Yēłtc. “De cîłîgāˊwu gawayāˊg̣ê.” ʟe
beat it very hard Raven. “Now very noisy is this drum.” Then
ᴀnᴀˊx qōcāˊwatǃēx. Xᴀtc akᴀˊxayu. ᴀttc djiuʟ̣îhaˊ
through it he knocked a hole. It was for this there he got
yūˊgao.
the drum.