I have an old name and am called the chief of a tribe, and many live on me.

But I am poor, and this daughter of mine is worth much.

Such a woman few men have bred.
Well, I must make the best of her.

My son-in-law must be one who will prop up my old age, one to whom, in my need or trouble, I could always go as to a dry log,[*] to break off some of its bark to make a fire to comfort me, not one who treads me into the mire as the buffalo did to Macumazahn.

Now I have spoken, and I do not love such talk.