"We can always catch rabbits now.

My father had the Peeto-wab-i-ush once, the little medicine deer, and so he never failed in hunting but twice.

Then he found that his papoose, Quonab, had stolen his great medicine.

He was a very wise papoose.

He killed a chipmunk each of those days." "Hark! what is that ?" A faint sound of rustling branches, and some short animal noises in the woods had caught Rolf's ear, and Skookum's, too, for he was off like one whose life is bound up in a great purpose.
"Yap, yap, yap," came the angry sound from Skookum.