Note 2 — Nahakoṭā’s Wedding Feast
H. (Henry) Parker translation
Nahakoṭā, having spread nets, came home. While he was in the veranda, as the blood of the fowl [hanging] in that house was falling into the cooking-pot, the pot having become heated, for three watches (each of four hours) when each drop of blood was falling it makes a noise, “Cōs, cōs,”2 like cooking cakes.