The hunters showed themselves at the north, at the east, at the south, at the west.
In that ancient country, in that northern country, in that Turtle country, the best of Lenâpé were the Turtle-men. [That is, probably, men of the Turtle totem.]
All the cabin fires of that land were disquieted, and all said to their priest: "Let us go."
To the Snake land, to the east, they went forth, going away, earnestly grieving.
Split asunder, weak, trembling, their land burned: they went, torn and broken, to the Snake Island.
Those from the north being free, without care, went forth from the land of snow, in different directions.
The fathers of the Bald Eagle and the White Wolf remain along the sea, rich in fish and strength.
Floating up the streams in their canoes, our fathers were rich, they were in the light, when they were at those islands.
Head Beaver and Big Bird said: "Let us go to Snake Island," they said.