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Old Silverspot was the leader of a large band of crows that made their headquarters near Toronto, Canada, in Castle Fra uk, which is a pine-clad hill on the northeast edge of the city. This band numbered about two hundred, and for reasons that I never understood did not increase. In mild winters they stayed along the Niagara River; in cold winters they went much farther south.
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Uk: Said I not that "sad" should be spoken but once? Shall I set Ok and Un upon thee with their branches? Oan: But it was so born within me even "sad, sad " Uk: If again thou twice or thrice say "sad," thou shalt be dragged to the Stone. Oan: Owl Ow! I am thy cub! Yet listen: The bright day is gone. The night maketh me sad Ow! Ow! thou makest me more sad than the night doth! The song Uk: Ok! Un!
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Wait thou until the night, and we shall peer forth from between the boulders, and all men shall take note that the stars cannot whisper.... Yet it may be that they are pieces of the day. This is a deep matter. Oan: Ay! they are pieces of the moon! Uk: What further madness is this? How shall they be pieces of two things that are not the same? Also it was not thus in the song.
Uk: Then shouldst thou have sung it only at that time, and not when it is yet day. But beware lest thou awaken me in the night. Make thou many stars, that they fly in the whiskers of Gurr. Oan: My song is even of stars. Uk: It was Ul, thy father's wont, ere I slew him with four great stones, to climb to the tops of the tallest trees and reach forth his hand, to see if he might not pluck a star.
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.
It may be that they shall praise thee, seeing that I who do make this song am thy cub. Uk: Well, let us have the song. The night maketh me sa sad. But the stars are very white. They whisper that the day shall return. O stars; little pieces of the day! Uk: This is indeed madness. Hast thou heard a star whisper?
And at that birth it was as though I would weep, yet had not been stricken; I was moreover glad, yet none had given me a gift of meat. Uk: It is a madness. How shall the stars profit us? Will they lead us to a bear's den, or where the deer foregather, or break for us great bones that we come at their marrow? Will they tell us anything at all?
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