Įłá, įłaghį ts'ąkwi dzįk'e, jíe... jíe ka husá nidhen.
	One Sunday, an old woman is thinking, "I want to go for berries."

	Ekú, horelyų bets'iéyé asi deyele ghą nai, nadher ú,
	So, she goes about packing all her stuff into her boat,

	dene horelyų́ yałtikǫé ts'én nahedíłhi yega nodíł ú.
	as all the people who were going to church were passing by her.

	"Yałtikǫé nanegha hįłtų́," hets'édi ú.
	"Go to church, first," they were saying to her (she was being told).

	"Aaa... degái Mari dé k'óat'é," heni ú.
	"Ah...to hell with the Blessed Mary," she says (if it's Mary you're talking about, let it be).

	Kwąt'u dene doełniilú.
	And so it was she continued to ignore the people.

	Horelyų ts'iyé asi ghįla ú ku hékį.
	When she finished putting things into the boat, she paddled away.

	Et'axą... et'axą nidhá ninįki ų et'axą niłts'i chok héjai.
	As she went along, all of a sudden a big gust started up.

	Ts'ethįlé niłts'i.
	It was really blowing.

	Ekú hełghedh ʔasą kú.
	And so now she became frightened.

	Ekú... kú naghekeł ts'ethįlé.
	And so... now she was really paddling (and it wasn't calm paddling!).

	"Ene Mari, sets'enenį, ʔįghą ʔįghą, sets'enenį," heni-ú.
	"Mother Mary, help me, hurry, hurry, help me," she says.

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	<paddle, paddle, paddle>