As I lookit owre my window at ten o’clock at night,

I saw the dead carrying living.

Welsh-Gypsy: 27: The dead carries the living. [↑]

[42] Cf. No. 93, p. 194. [↑]

[43] Cf. No. 3, p. 183. [↑]

[44] Cf. No. 5, p. 183. [↑]

[45] Cf. Suaheli (Velten):

44. When the lion roars it is heard everywhere.

Nandi (Hollis), p. 145:

A tree fell in Lumbwa and its branches reached Nandi.