The Indians believe in a great bird; they call him Wuchowsen the storm
causer, gale causer; he is far in the north; he sits upon a great rock
at the end of the sky. Whenever he moves, then it blows.
Then Kuloskap was still among men; he goes out alone in his canoe with
bow and arrows, hunting birds. Once then Wuchowsen blows very strongly
(much) every day; it gets more and more windy; finally there is a gale
and tempest. Kuloskap cannot go out in his canoe. He says: "Wuchowsen,
the great bird who lives in the north, he is doing this."
To seek him, he goes very far, so that he may find him; he finds him
sitting on a big rock, a great white bird. He says to him: "Grandfather,
you have no mercy on your children. You have made evil weather here,
storms; you move your wings a little too much." Then the great bird
answers: "I have been here a very long time; in the old days before
anyone spoke, I was heard first; my wings moved first; I will move them
as I like."
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Then Kuloskap rose up; in power he whirled up to the clouds; he takes
along that great bird, as if he were a duck, and he ties his wings
together and throws him down where it is split (between) two great
rocks. Then he leaves him there.
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