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Ahmi, ahmi, sleep little one, softly. Where, where, where is my own? Does he lie starving on the hillside? Why does he linger? Comes he not soon I must seek him among the mountains. Ahmi, ahmi, little one, sleep sound. Hush! hush! hush! The crow cometh laughing. Red is his beak, his eyes glisten, the false one!
"Thanks for a good meal to Kuskokala the Shamán On the far mountain quietly lieth your husband." Ahmi, ahmi, sleep little one, wake not. "Twenty deers' tongues tied to the pack on his shoulders; Not a tongue in his mouth to call to his wife with. Wolves, foxes, and ravens are tearing and fighting for morsels. Tough and hard are the sinews; not so the child in your bosom."
She served it in cups of grass, and Ted thought he had never tasted anything nicer than the cup of afternoon tea served in an eglu. "Alalik, what were you singing as we came in?" asked Ted. "A song my mother always sang to us," she replied. "It is called 'Ahmi, and is an Esquimo slumber song." "Will you sing it now?" asked Mr.
"Him bird him button," replied the imperturbable one. "Seeing Kaviak's feather reminded me of a native cradle-song that's a kind of a story, too. It's been roughly translated." "Can you say it?" "I used to know how it went." He began in a deep voice: "'The wind blows over the Yukon. My husband hunts deer on the Koyukun mountains. Ahmi, ahmi, sleep, little one.
Ahmi, ahmi, sleep little one, wake not! Over the mountain slowly staggers the hunter. Two bucks' thighs on his shoulders. Twenty deers' tongues in his belt. "Go, gather wood, kindle a fire, old woman!" Off flew the crow liar, cheat and deceiver. Wake, oh sleeper, awake! welcome your father!
There is no wood for the fire, The stone-axe is broken, my husband carries the other. Where is the soul of the sun? Hid in the dam of the beaver, waiting the spring-time. Ahmi, ahmi, sleep little one, wake not! Look not for ukali, old woman. Long since the cache was emptied, the crow lights no more on the ridge pole. Long since, my husband departed. Why does he wait in the mountains?
Strong, and she smiled in assent and sang the quaint, crooning lullaby of her Esquimo mother "The wind blows over the Yukon. My husband hunts the deer on the Koyukun Mountains, Ahmi, Ahmi, sleep, little one, wake not. Long since my husband departed. Why does he wait in the mountains? Ahmi, Ahmi, sleep, little one, softly. Where is my own? Does he lie starving on the hillside? Why does he linger?
In a similar manner Exodus provides a revelation which Moses received. In the Avesta Ormuzd said: ahmi yad ahmi. Word for word the declarations are identical. Each means I am that I am. The conformity of the pronouncements may be fortuitous. Their relative priority uncertain chronology obscures.
Comes he not soon, I will seek him among the mountains. Ahmi, Ahmi, sleep, little one, sleep. The crow has come laughing. His beak is red, his eyes glisten, the false one. 'Thanks for a good meal to Kuskokala the Shaman. On the sharp mountain quietly lies your husband. Ahmi, Ahmi, sleep, little one, wake not.
'Twenty deers' tongues tied to the pack on his shoulders; Not a tongue in his mouth to call to his wife with, Wolves, foxes, and ravens are fighting for morsels. Tough and hard are the sinews, not so the child in your bosom. Ahmi, Ahmi, sleep, little one, wake not. Over the mountains slowly staggers the hunter. Two bucks' thighs on his shoulders with bladders of fat between them.
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