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The Path on the Rainbow, edited by George W. Cronyn, [1918], at sacred-texts.com

SONG OF QAQATCGUK

TLINGIT

The man who thought he had perished
    dreams thus about himself:
    I keep feeling
    as if I had gotten home.

p. 144

SONG OF WOMAN'S PREMONITION

Already I am going,
    I am going to die.
I have dreamed of my son.

SONG OF RAVEN

That Raven must have been a great fellow.
He went down under the sea.
Then they pulled up his nose.
He went through the town for his nose.
When it was given him he started to fly out of doors.
He flew out with it.
Why! instead of looking like himself, he looks as if he ought
    to have a drink.
After you have done as he has done you can wander about the
    entire world-beach.

CRADLE SONG FOR A GIRL

If I do not take anything to the party
    I shall be ashamed,
    I shall be ashamed.
Little girls, listen.
Little girls, listen.

CRADLE SONG

Let me shoot a small bird
    for my younger brother.
Let me spear a small trout
    for my younger sister.

p. 145

SONG OF LITTLE-LAKE-UP-ABOVE

(When his people expected others to come with food to give them a feast)

It is before my face every day.
And when I sleep I always think of you.
I long much for you.
Thinking about you comes to me
    like a sudden sickness.

SONG OF SORROW

(By a woman whose brothers were drowned and their bodies not recovered)

Your reef has beaten me,
    Kágwantan's children.
But take pity on me.
I wonder what I always attend to
    when I wake up in the morning.
Sometime I might see my brothers.

COMPOSED BY SMALL-LAKE-UNDERNEATH

(About a drifting log found full of nails, out of which a house was built. Sung when a feast is about to be given for a dead man)

I always compare you to a drifting log
    with iron nails in it.
Let my brother float in,
    in that way.
Let him float ashore
    on a good sandy beach.
I always compare you, my mother,
    to the sun passing behind the clouds.
That is what makes the world dark.

p. 146

KAGWANTAN SONG FOR THE FEAST

(When a slave is to be killed)
The words of people
    now snow me under,
    the words of worthless people.

SUNG BY THE WOLF FAMILIES

(Coming to a feast)
A rich man is coming.
Your feelings you keep silent.
When it is ended,
    thus they always say:
    "It is all gone."

AT A GREAT FEAST

We are also going to be invited
    to Killisnoo.
High-cast people
    are going to eat.

BY NAQUALI

I wonder what my future life
    will do to me.

p. 147

SONG OF FOR-A-TOWN SPIRIT

(About the Táqdentan, because when the latter came to Juneau to drink they did not pay any attention to the Auk people.)
I observe how people are treated
    after they are dead,
    and therefore I drink
    before I die.
What you did was very selfish,
    Táqdentan's children.
But I do not blame you
    for your words.
It is this Raven's fault.

BY NIGOT

What do you think I live for?
I live to drink whiskey.
Have pity on me,
    foam children.

BY TSAKAK

It is only crying about myself
    that comes to me in song.

BY ONE OF THE LENÉDI

(About Juneau when gold was first found there)
Do not talk any more,
    Lenédi's children.
You are ahead
    of all the people in the world.

p. 148

AN ANGRY SONG COMPOSED BY SEXDAGWET

(Against Little Raven, a blind man of Tongas)
Just as if a man chased him
    out on the beach
    because of someone'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.

(On the same subject)
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?

BY DEAD-SLAVE

(About a woman named Poor-orphan, who was a very poor girl, but afterward became the richest woman in Wrangell)

I used to make fun
    of this poor little girl at Wrangell
    when she was very small.

p. 149

BY A SHAMAN OF THE KÁGWANTAN NAMED KAGANK

It is only on account of Strong Drink
    that you pity me.
Why don't you also love me?

BY UNDER-A-BLANKET

(About the son of Luknaxádi, whose brother was killed in compensation for the killing of her brother)

His mind is just like mine,
    Lubnaxádi'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.

BY MAN-THAT-IS-NOT-ALL-RIGHT

(About Princess Thom)
Even from a house of Strong Drink
men get away,
but not from you,
Raven woman.

BY AMONG-THE-BRANT

(When his wife had been taken from him)
Like one who desires Strong Drink,
    I never sleep,
    Toqyédi's children.

p. 150

(On the same subject)
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?

BY OTHER-WATER

(Over a dead man)
My younger brother has brought me
    great joy of laughter.
If I knew the way they go,
    I would go right to him.

BY JOINED-TOGETHER

(When all his friends went down the rapids at Gonaxó and were drowned)

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-cast people.

BY HERE-IS-A-FEATHER

(When his brother died)
It is as if my grandfather's house
    were turning over with me.
Where is the person who will save me?

p. 151

BY MAN-FOR-HIMSELF

I love you from my heart,
    Tsaguédi's children.
You are the only one
    I will die with.

BY CGWATC

(About an uncle who had died)
I always think within myself
    that there is no place
    where people do not die.

MOURNING SONG OF SAKWET

(About her brother who was drowned)
I am like the people
    who were killed
    by the south wind.

(On the same subject)
Perhaps my brother went
    into the sun's trail
    so that I can never see him again.

PEACE-SONG AFTER A GREAT WAR

If you had died,
    Kágwantan's children,
    I would have cut off my hair for you
I love you so much
    I would have blackened my face for you,
    Kágwantan's children.

p. 152

SONG OF A HUMMING-BIRD DEER

I am feeling very lonely away.
I am going to my uncle's town.
I am singing inside, my masters.
I am crying about myself.

BY LQENA

(When he was the only one of his people saved and his enemies wanted to make peace with him. He danced as a deer, singing this song and at the end of it cut in two the man standing next to him)

I did this way regarding myself.
I would not let what my conscience
    said to me, pass.
Before his death I saw his ghost.
At once he stabbed
    and killed Cadasíktc.

BY QAUCTE

(Who married a Téqoedi woman)
After you have been drinking
    you had better stop talking
    about how well you were brought up,
Téqoedi's children.
What one of you thinks about it.
    when he is sober?

p. 153

LOVE SONG OF A TAGISH WOMAN

Why have I come to you
    to Dyea from far inland
    only to find
    that you have gone away?
Here I am,
    crying for you.

LOVE-SONG OF SIQUET, THE DANCER

I wonder what this coming July morning
    will be like.
My mind is very weak
    thinking that I shall be unable
    to see my sweetheart.

BY RAVEN-SKIN

(When his sweetheart abandoned him)
If one had control of death
    it would be very easy
    to die with a Wolf woman.
It would be very pleasant.

MOURNING-SONG OF THE KÁGWANTAN

It is his own fault
    that this man of the Wolf people died.
Do not lay the blame on anyone else.

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