Konaway sun kloshe. Canim klatawa kloshe. Everyone jump in canoe and us go. Every day good. Wind not blow, but now, seven people do paddle.
Canoe go good.
Konaway polaklie kunsih nesaika mamook camp, King Chautsh man wawa peshak. Naika tum-tum okoke lakkit man, klaska mesachie, nawitka. Every night when us make camp, English man talk bad. Me believe that four man evil, indeed. Nesaika ko Naxw-kyit kimta klone sun.