“I was lying in ashes, and praying the distant mountains for strength, and the far doctors for power.
And there was a Sun that rose from the east and followed the western road.
And all the four-footed animals met together and called themselves relatives, and all the birds met together and called themselves relatives, and in this order followed the Sun.
And the Sun rose again, and brought me the See-hee-vit-tah Feather, the Sunbeam, to wear on my head, and hugged me up to him.
And the Sun rose again, and brought the Blue Fog, and in the fog took me toward the enemy.
But instead of taking me to the enemy it took me up into the sky, to the Yellow Crow.
And the Yellow Crow, as a powerful mahkai, went down to the enemy and divided their land four times, and slew the human beings, and painted the rocks over beautifully with their blood.
And from there I went to the Yellow Spider, living on the back of the mound at the North, and asked him to help me.
And he stretched his web four times, and found my enemy, and bound him, and pushed me toward him, and I took him, and all his, captive, and came home rejoicing.
So, my relatives, think of this, that there will be victory. You may not like the noise of our rejoicing, but it is only for a short time that we rejoice over the enemy.”