ᎤᎶᏐᏅ, ᏩᏏᏓᏂ ᏚᏇᏍᏘ ᎦᏅᎯᏓ ᎬᏘ ᏓᏲᎯᎮ ᏕᏧᎬ ᎤᎾᎩᎸ, ᎤᏇᏓᏢ ᎦᏁᏥ ᏃᎴ ᎤᏍᏉᏟ ᎤᎵᏍᏗ ᏄᏩᏁᎮ ᎠᏦᏔᏍᎬ ᏃᎴ ᏑᏓᎵ ᎢᎦ ᏩᏁ ᏗᎪᏒᏔᏅ ᏗᏲᏍᏙᏗ ᏗᎩᎦᎭ ᏂᏕᎦᎵᏍᏗᏍᎨ.
And in the past, Wasseton would dart them out of the trees with his long blowgun until the muscles of his diaphragm and stomach became weak from the effort of deep and sharp exhalations, and his six hickory darts became heavy and dark with blood all the way to the thistledown fletching.