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Page 43
_Oan:_
I will make thee a song of Ala!
_Uk (furiously):_
Thou shalt make me no such song! Thou shalt make me a song of the
deer-liver that thou hast eaten! Did I not give to thee of the liver of
the she-deer, because thou didst bring me crawfish?
_Oan:_
Truly I did eat of the liver of the she-deer; but to sing thereof is
another matter.
_Uk:_
It was no labour for thee to sing of the stars. See now our clubs and
casting-stones, with which we slay flesh to eat; also the caves in which
we dwell, and the Stone whereon we make sacrifice; wilt thou sing no
song of those?
_Oan:_
It may be that I shall sing thee songs of them. But now, as I strive
here to sing of the doe's liver, no words are born unto me: I can but
sing, "O liver! O red liver!"
_Uk:_
That is a good song: thou seest that the liver is red. It is red as
blood.
_Oan:_
But I love not the liver, save to eat of it.
_Uk:_
Yet the song of it is good. When the moon is full we shall sing it about
the Stone. We shall beat upon our breasts and sing, "O liver! O red
liver!" And all the women in the caves shall be affrightened.
_Oan:_
I will not have that song of the liver! It shall be Ok's song; the tribe
must say, "Ok hath made the song!"
_Ok:_
Ay! I shall be a great singer; I shall sing of a wolf's heart, and say,
"Behold, it is red!"
_Uk:_
Thou art a fool, and shalt sing only, "Hai, hai!" as thy father before
thee. But Oan shall make me a song of my club, for the women listen to
his songs.
_Oan:_
I will make thee no songs, neither of thy club, nor thy cave, nor thy
doe's-liver. Yea! though thou give me no more flesh, yet will I live
alone in the forest, and eat the seed of grasses, and likewise rabbits,
that are easily snared. And I will sleep in a tree-top, and I will sing
nightly:
The bright day is gone.
The night maketh me sad, sad, sad,
sad, sad, sad--
_Uk:_
Ok and Un, arise and slay!
(_Ok and Un rush upon Oan, who stoops and picks up two casting-stones,
with one of which he strikes Ok between the eyes, and with the other
mashes the hand of Un, so that he drops his club. Uk arises._)
_Uk:_
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