This day, my father (or, my mother), here I, (as if) unexpectedly, meet
thee with whatsoever I have made ready of the sacred things of my
fathers, the priest gods of the sacred dances, the priest gods of the
Prey (beings). These sacred things bringing I have here overtaken thee,
and with their good fortune I here address thee. Wishing for that
whereby thou hast being, I shall go forth from here prayerfully upon the
trails of my earth-mother.
Throughout the whole of this great country, they whereby thou hast
being, the deer, by the command of thy wind of life (breath), wander
about. It is wishing for their flesh and blood that I shall go forth
yonder prayerfully out over the trails.
Let it be without fail that thou shall make me happy with that whereby
thou hast being. Grant unto me the light of thy favor.
Then scattering forth the prayer-meal in the direction he proposes to
take on the hunt, he chooses from the vessel the fetich, and pressing it
to or toward his lips breaths from, it and exclaims:
Ha! e-lah-kwa, hom tae-tchu (hom tsi-ta), lu-k'ia yaet-ton-ne o-ne
Ah! Thanks, my father, (my mother), this day trails
yaethl eh-kwe ta-pan ha te-u-su a-k'ia, o-ne yaethl kwai-k'ia-na.
over ahead taking I prayer with trails over go out shall.