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Where did the poem hoot come from?

In time immemorial, the mountains were so high that the moon seemed small when it rose above them. In the rays of the sun, some mountains turned golden and red, while others always remained dark and terrible.

In the dark mountains lived evil people, and in the golden mountains people were good.

Two brothers lived in one camp in the golden mountains. Both were named Bayama, and both were married. Each brother had a child, and both children’s names were Viruimbrall.

One day, the brothers went hunting with their wives, and the children were left alone.

Children splashed in the stream, played and had fun.

One evil man from the dark mountains, named Turkuk, kept a pack of ferocious dogs, and with them he chased the people he hated and hunted the animals he ate.

He saw that the brothers and their wives were going on a hike, waited for them to move away from the camp, clicked his dogs, came down from the mountain and, approaching the camp where the children were playing, set the dogs against them. And the dogs killed the children.

And Turkuk ran away to his mountain – he believed that he was safe there.

When the brothers and their wives returned and saw what had happened, they were distraught with grief. The brothers vowed to avenge their children, and the next morning they turned into kangaroos and raced in the footsteps of Turkuk and his dogs into the dark mountains.

They ran to the Turkuka camp and came in from the windward side so that the wind would carry their smell to the camp.

Smelling the kangaroos, the dogs snarled. Turkuk jumped to his feet, grabbed spears and a wagging wommer leaning against a tree, clicked the dogs and let them go against the wind – in the direction where, according to his calculations, the kangaroos were hiding. A pack of dogs swept across the mountain, and Turkuk followed them, jumping from rock to stone and chasing the dogs screaming. The brothers waited for the angry dogs to see them, and then rushed away, and the dogs chased after them on their heels.

The brothers lured the dogs down into the valley and raced further down the valley, to the spot where a huge sheer cliff stood behind the trees. The brothers ran to the lawn at the foot of the cliff and stopped, leaning their backs against the rock. Here they waited for the dogs. The leaders of the dog pack jumped out onto the lawn from the bushes and rushed at the kangaroo.

But the brothers were strong warriors, they met the dogs without any fear.

Dogs jumped on them with a growl, and kangaroo brothers threw them back with their powerful hind legs. Already the whole pack had swooped down on them, but the brothers fought until they defeated all the dogs.

Then the brothers returned to the forest and walked along the dog tracks until they met Turkuk, who was running with all his legs to keep up when the dogs began to torment the kangaroos.

And the brothers killed him, and then turned into people again and returned to their camp.

The next day they went hunting, and one of the brothers, noticing traces of opossum claws on the bark of the tree, took a stone axe and began to cut the serrations on the trunk so that it would be easier for him to climb the tree.

When he had already climbed high on the tree, a sliver bounced off the tree and flew down with a sonorous buzz, and this sound resembled the voice of a child.

Hearing this sound, Bayama hurriedly descended from the tree: it seemed to him that it was his son talking to him.

And his brother also heard a child’s voice. The brothers picked up a sliver and began to look at it with surprise. They decided to keep it so that it would always remind them of dead babies.

That brother who climbed the tree punched a hole in the sliver and threaded a strip of bark into it to throw the sliver over his shoulder.

But first he spun it over his head, and again a voice was heard – it was the voice of their children.

Then the brothers went with this sliver from tribe to tribe and told everyone about the miracle that had happened, and since then people began to call the tribes with the buzz of this sliver. And they called it a hooter.

Each holiday begins like this: painted people walk through the forest and wave hooters over their heads. And when they hear the hoot, the people of all tribes converge, because it is the voice of the spirit from the Dream and everyone obeys his call.

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