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:_ Behold! Gurr cometh! he cometh swiftly from the wood! (_The Tribe, including Oan and Ala, rush for the cave-mouths. As Oan passes Uk, the latter runs behind Oan and crushes his skull with a blow of his club._) _Uk:_