Ts'iłq'a Kahtnu betnu qughuzdlent qunshi shegh qughilagh. Beł k'danłtetl', ch'u shegh qutuyghiłghel ch'u naqanełtan Ch'u quht'ana shegh hnidatl' ch'u quch'dghilu. Betsen ghinhdi ch'eghnałggen ch'u bediłkidi ghinhdi ch'ełkuch. Ch'u tlegh ghinhdi dinunch'eznel. Dukaq' qughesht'a ch'qiluq. Heyi niłtu. One time at the mouth of the Kenai River where the current flows, a beluga swam up to me. I shot it, and it floated by me and I brought it back to shore. The people came to me and we butchered it. We dried its meat and rendered its blubber into oil. We poured the oil into containers. We fastened the lids well. It was for winter. This is a story about the beluga hunt.