Why do you lament ?
Coo-chi-we kee-wee-thuck-que
 

My son is dead which is the cause (or reason) for my lamentation or mourning.
Nep-pwoa nie-quee-tha;  ee-ni-we-chie nie-wee-thuck-que
 

Where is his father gone?
Ta-ni-we he-wa oo-thal-lie
 

He is gone to war. (literally he is gone for a scalp.)
Oo-nat-to pol-wie
 

When will he return or be here?
Ta-ni-we-la-qua weh-pea
 

I don’t know—but I think in the fall, as he went last spring, and told me he would be back about that time if he did not die.
Coo-que tock-qua-ca-kie-la-qua ni-tish-et-te-he cachie yech-kie mel-looch-com-    me-thi-hie puc-ka-chie.  E-nie laqua pit-tic-kie nih-pea pwoa nep-po-ia hewa.
 

Who is that young woman?
Ne-tha-we e-na mi-a-ni ich-que
 

My daughter.
Nie ta-ne-tha
 

Is she still unmarried?
Ke-wa-kie mot-ta oos-sa-lit-tom-mo
 

She is still unmarried.
Ke-wa-kie-ke-la mot-ta oos-sa-lit-tom-mo
 

Will you give her to me, I am very much in love with her for she is very handsome.
Keh-meel-lie o-la-mie nit-och-quel-li-mo ka-chie poo-thie wil-li-thie