Niwakash' 01.35


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01.35.01

Ne' kw he thsne's ne teyakwatnt' khu ne akw's' tsikwas kwak'tan kwatkny ne u'hsa'sh'.

But when my cousins were there we tired of swinging on the vines in no time.


01.35.02

kwa'htsya'k niwa'hsa'aa y' niyuyhkk niyss yetseutha'.

We cut one of the smaller vines into six-inch cigars.


01.35.03

Teyuhakwteny' ne u'hsa' u'ky' wy ne uy'kwns.

The vines were porous and let smoke come through clean and cool.


01.35.04

kwateka'tas' utitsutas' Sissy ne yekhtsi Marlene khu ne kusth.

We would light them up, and Sissy who was older than I and Marlene who was younger would inhale the smoke.


01.35.05

Te'wt wai u'kyt' aaketst'.

I never learned to inhale.


01.35.06

Ne' sh ne k'nhsa'ke ku'tsiyskwa' ne uy'kwtsiwk.

I just sucked the bitter smoke onto my tongue.


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