Wakeswuk nekiwik w'simisul pedciyalin: "tan wut elitpiye?" Met'yēwestowik wa wik'n; "n'lokun paho;" w'kwatnas moskesso. Aptc met'yēwestowik: "n'put'nak'm paho." Nit metceslewei eli-pekuwus kisit-kisi-nastesuk w'numtcesin. Nit-te metc kinapyit naka malikapyit
he picks up his tomahawk and slays her. He sees a kettle boiling water on the fire; he cuts off her head. He puts her head in the pot and hides her body. This seems very much like a jest to him in his heart. It pleases him very much.
Then later when the lads return, they miss their mother. Then they look in the pot where they find her head; well they know who does this. Then they, being brave, follow, (but) not being armed, they do not hurt him; they (only) take away (his gloves). To them, when they return, comes the lads' uncle, the Crow. He overtakes him; all he can do is to snatch his cap (Lox's hat). Then he (Lox) not feeling (at all) ashamed, calls out loudly; he says: "Thanks, my head is now cool." He cries: "My head; it was getting hot."
Again another one of his relatives comes, the eagle; he follows him (Lox). He is able to snatch away Lox's coat; then he (Lox) thanks him. He says: "I was wishing for my young brother; he could carry my coat for me." "Thanks," he answers. Then Culloo comes; now he is the most fierce, as many as there are, of all living things. Then pursuing him, he picks him (Lox) up; he carries him up in his talons to the top of the heavens. So then he throws him down; Lox falls all day coming down the sky, from the beginning (of the day) when the sun rises until sunset, and Lox comes down to the earth. Just before he is let drop, he sings a mocking song while he is up in the air (on high) about what he sees; these words: "Our country seems as if lost; heigh-ho, heigh-ho; it seems as if our country were blue" (Micmac).
When he is let fall, this mischievous bold Lox, pretending to flap his arms as if they were wings, imitates with his mouth as if he were mocking the strong winged Culloo. Just as he comes down to the earth; he speaks a little; he says a magic spell: "Let not anything happen to my backbone." The trouble (taken) by all the birds is nought. He is all smashed; his blood and brains are all scattered in every direction; (but) his backbone is whole. That indeed is his life.