Rolf found it amusing as well as useful to make other bark vessels of varying sizes for dippers and dunnage.

It was work that he could do now while he was resting and recovering and he became expert.

After watching a fairly successful attempt at a box to hold fish-hooks and tackle, Quonab said: "In my father's lodge these would bear quill work in colours." "That's so," said Rolf, remembering the birch-bark goods often sold by the Indians.

"I wish we had a porcupine now." "Maybe Skookum could find one," said the Indian, with a smile.
"Will you let me kill the next Kahk we find ?" "Yes, if you use the quills and burn its whiskers." "Why burn its whiskers ?" "My father said it must be so.

The smoke goes straight to the All-above; then the Manito knows we have killed, but we have remembered to kill only for use and to thank Him." It was some days before they found a porcupine, and when they did, it was not necessary for them to kill it.