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PKAYEES TO THE ITWANAMMI 



661 



60 tci'miEa'kowa 



ha'kwin o'kii an ci"nan a'lfii 

 te'lilfinan a'ci'nan ya-'Eiina 



ho'i ya''Kanapka te'a 

 Ijii-'Ri kesi' le"anaEapa 

 65 yam t-e'li^^inan e'lete'u'kowa 

 te'liljinan i-'leana 



ho' o'neala kwai"iEana 



o'neal a''Kana 



hoi yam Ea'chiia te'atci'nakwi 



70 j'am a''witeli-n tsi'ta ho' o'na- 



e'lateljii 

 hom a-'tatcu 

 hom a''lacina'wc 

 ton pe'kwiwe a-'tea'kowa 

 Ea'haiyatekwi Ion u'lo'uan i'lap 



a''tea'kowa 



75 le'stiklea hom tca"le 

 hom ta'tcu 

 yjitolfa 



hom tca"le hom tsi'ta j'a'onan'e 

 liom a-'tatcu 



80 Ea'pin a''ho'i 

 lu'lfa ya'ton'e 

 lo"na ho' te'likinan a"'}ea'u 

 te'likinan i-'leana 

 yam ti'nan fa'Eikwi 



85 Ton a-'keckuna te'takuna 



yam a'nikwanan a'k'ii 

 Ion te'likinan i-'yanhaitena 



we'tsim te'nala'ana 

 yam hecolakwi 

 90 ho' o'neala te'tciKana 

 lo'na"wan le'wanan a'cna 

 hon le'wanan a^'teEana. 

 [He deposits the plume wands, then he returns to his ceremonial house, sets up 

 his altar, which consists of dishes of sacred black paint and bowls of prayer meal. 

 The prayer continues:] 



This day, my fathers, | hika ya'ton'e 



I lioni a-'tactu 



60 The one who first had being, 

 Black paint woman. 

 With her flesh making the flesh of 



my plume wands, 

 I gave tliem human form, 

 Saying, "Let it be now." 

 65 Taking my plume wands, 



The plume wands which had been 



prepared, 

 I made my road come forth. 

 I made my road go forth. 

 Somewhere in my water-filled 

 fields -^ 

 70 I passed my earth mother on her 

 road. 

 My fathers, 

 My ancestors. 



You who used to be pekwins. 

 You who used the downy feather. 

 You who used to take charge of the 

 world, 

 75 And furthermore my child, 

 My father, 

 Sun, 



My cliild, my mother, moon, 

 My fathers, 

 80 Divine ones. 

 This day 



I give you plume wand.s. 

 Taking your plume wands, 

 There where you abide perma- 

 nently, 

 85 Clasping them in your arms, 

 Caressing them. 



With your supernatural wisdom, 

 J You will distribute them amongst 

 you. 

 After a little while 

 To my house 

 90 My road will reach. 



Making your days, I shall pass the 

 davs. 



23 ne plants in his cornfield, not at a sacred spring. 



