The water ran off, the earth dried, the lakes were at rest, all
After their rushing waters had subsided the Lenape of the turtle
were close together, in hollow houses, living together there.
It freezes where they abode, it snows where they abode, it
storms where they abode, it is cold where they abode.
At this northern place they speak favorably of mild, cool lands,
with many deer and buffaloes…
Over the water, the frozen sea, they went to enjoy it. On the
wonderful, slippery water, on the stone-hard water all went.
On the great Tidal Sea, the mussel-bearing sea. Ten thousand
at night, all in one night. To the Snake Island, to the east,
at night, they walk and walk…
Those from the west come with hesitation, esteeming highly
their old home at the turtle island.