“Gradually both were lifted up and continued their course in the sky, the sister being transformed into the sun, the brother into the moon.® Whenever the new moon first appears she sings: Aningaga tapika, takirn tapika qaumidjatedlirpoq; qaumatitaudle. Aningaga tapika, tikipoq tapika. (My brother up there, the moon up there begins to shine; he will be bright. My brother up there, he is coming up there.)”

— Tales of the North American Indians, Tale 2 · served from our shelf  receiptuncorrected OCR — being verified against the scan