Songs of Spirits (Wintu)

I bear the sucker-torch to the western tree-ridge.
Behold me! first born and greatest.

I am great above.
I tan the black cloud.

On the stone ridge east I go.
On the white road I, Hau, crouching go.
I, Hau, whistle on the road of stars.

The circuit of earth which you see,
The scattering of stars in the sky which you see,
All that is the place for my hair.