And he went home and ate, and then made this speech:—
“My pitiful relatives, I will pity you and you will pity me.
This spread-out-thing, the world, is covered with feathers, because of my sadness, and the mountains are covered with soft feathers.
Over these the sun comes, but gives me no light, I am so sad.
And the night comes, and has no darkness to rest me, because my eyes are open all night.
(This has happened to me, O all my relatives.)
And it was my own bones that I raked up, and with them made a fire that showed me the opposite land, the Land of the Enemy.
(This was done, my relatives.)
The sticks I cut for the number of days were my own sinews, cut and bound together.
It was my own rib that I used as an eev-a-dah-kote, or fire rubbing stick.