It snowed a little, but this ceased.

With the clearing sky the wind fell and the frost grew keener.
At daybreak, when the hunters rose, it was very cold.

Everything but the open lake was frozen over, and they knew that winter was come; the time of trapping was at hand.

Quonab went at once to the pinnacle on the hill, made a little fire, then chanting the "Hunter's Prayer," he cast into the fire the whiskers of the fox and the marten, some of the beaver castor, and some tobacco.

Then descended to prepare for the trail--blankets, beaver traps, weapons, and food for two days, besides the smell-charm and some fish for bait.
Quickly the deadfalls were baited and set; last the Indian threw into the trap chamber a piece of moss on which was a drop of the "smell," and wiped another drop on each of his moccasins.