||Kabbo's Song On The Loss Of His Tobacco Pouch.
||KABBO'S SONG ON THE LOSS OF HIS TOBACCO POUCH.[1]
Famine it is,
Famine it is,
Famine is here.
Famine it is,
Famine it is,
Famine is here.
Famine ["tobacco-hunger" is meant here]-he did not smoke, because a dog had come in the
[1. It was stolen by a hungry dog, named "Blom", which belonged to !gou!nui.]
night (and) carried off from him his pouch. And he arose in the night, he missed his pouch. And then he again lay down, while he did not smoke. And we were early seeking for the pouch. We did not find the pouch.