The ravens "Ha-ha-ed" and "Ho-ho-ed" as they went.

Quonab took the fateful horn that Rolf had chopped off, and hung it on a sapling with a piece of tobacco and a red yam streamer ', to appease the evil spirit that surely was near.

There it hung for years after, until the sapling grew to a tree that swallowed the horn, all but the tip, which rotted away.
Skookum took a final sniff at his fallen enemy, gave the body the customary expression of a dog's contempt, then led the procession homeward.
Not that day, not the next, but on the first day of calm, red, sunset sky, went Quonab to his hill of worship; and when the little fire that he lit sent up its thread of smoke, like a plumb-line from the red cloud over him, he burnt a pinch of tobacco, and, with face and arms upraised in the red light, he sang a new song: "The evil one set a trap for my son, But the Manito saved him; In the form of a Skookum he saved him.".