The gray jays had picked a good deal of the loose meat.

No large animal had troubled it, and yet in the neighbourhood they found the tracks of both wolves and foxes.
"Ugh," said Quonab, "they smell it and come near, but they know that a man has been here; they are not very hungry, so keep away.

This is good for trap." So they made two deadfalls with the carrion half way between them.

Then one or two more traps and they reached home, arriving at the camp just as darkness and a heavy rainfall began.
"Good," said Quonab, "our deadfalls are ready; we have done all the work our fingers could not do when the weather is very cold, and the ground too hard for stakes to be driven.

Now the traps can get weathered before we go round and set them.