And on that mountain he felt rather faint, and put his hand in his pouch and found a root and chewed it, the root Cheek-kuh-pool-tak, and breathed it out, and it stopped raining.
And he went on to the Quojata Mountain, and sat there and took a smoke; and then on to Ahn-naykum; and then to Odchee, where he left the mill; and then to Kee-ahk Toe-ahk, where he also rested and took a smoke; and then he went home.
And when Nahvahchoo arrived home he made a speech:
“Where shall we hear the talk that will make us drunk and dizzy with the flowers of eloquence?
There was near the water the driftwood lying, and from above the sun breathed down and a being was made.
And it was the beautiful daybreak that I took and wiped its face with, and the remains of darkness that I painted its face with.
And there were all kinds of bird’s feathers that I made a feather bonnet from.
And there were joining wasps that came and flapped on the bonnet.
And there were many butterflies that flapped their wings upon the bonnet, upon its feathers.
And it was from the rainbow that I made its bow, and from the Milky Way that I made its arrow.