I'm not yet worn out, but the cold of the water is entering my bones.

I can see very clearly now that it's the canoe, our canoe.

It stands up like a ship, the strongest canoe, the finest canoe, the friendliest canoe that ever floated on a lake or anywhere else.

I can hear it saying to us: 'I have been waiting for you.

Why didn't you come sooner ?'" "Truly when Dagaeoga is an old, old man, nearly a hundred, and the angel of death comes for him, he will rise up in his bed and with the rounded words pouring from his lips he will say to the angel: 'Let me make a speech only an hour long and then I will go with you without trouble, else I stay here and refuse to die.'" "I'm using words to express my gratitude, Tayoga.