ᎠᎬᏱ ᎠᏆᎩᎸᏅ ᎠᎹᏱ ᎡᏙ ᏥᏳ - ᎤᏲ ᎢᏳᏍᏗ ᎦᏆᏘ ᎠᏰᎸᏍᏗ, ᎠᏍᏛᎪᏒ ᏃᎴ ᎠᏑᏫᏍᏗ ᎤᏂᎬᎬ, ᎨᏍᏗ ᎣᏍᏓ ᏂᎨᎵᏍᎬ ᏱᏄᏍᏕ, ᏩᎦᎸᎳᏗᏴ ᎠᏳᎢᏁᎩ ᏥᎦᏖᏃᎲ - ᏥᏍᎦᏰᎬᏍᏔ ᎤᏁᎵᏍᏗ ᎠᏆᏚᎵᏍᎬ.
So when I boarded the first riverboat of my life—a sort of broken-backed stern-wheeler in bad need of scraping and painting, a watercraft disappointingly far removed from my imaginings of the grand floating palaces of the Mississippi—I wanted to be taken for a young man of substance, traveling with a certain style.