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"Yig was a great god. He was bad medicine. He did not forget things. In the autumn his children were hungry and wild, and Yig was hungry and wild too."
"All the tribes made medicine against Yig when the corn harvest came. They kept the drums pounding to drive Yig away."
-- H. P. Lovecraft and Zealia Bishop, "The Curse of Yig"