Let the pale-face hunter return to his own hunting-grounds; let him turn his face from the north.

Never will the chiefs permit the white man to take musk-oxen alive from their country.
The Ageter, the Musk-ox, is their god.

He gives them food and fur.

He will never come back if he is taken away, and the reindeer will follow him.

The chiefs and their people would starve.