na-xōL-tûñ na-xōL-tûñ dō-wes-yō nûñ-xōs-tiñ
Let it get soft | Let it get soft | I don't like | frost.
233:2 Told at Hupa December 1901, by Senaxon. Said by the priest while bathing the Tcexōltcwe rocks with incense root, Leptotaenia Californica, and warm water. Life and Culture of the Hupa, p. 80.