It was a powder, white; an' it had no smell.

Sublette said its taste was bitter; but the Raven must not taste it or it would lock up his teeth an' twist an' kill him.

For to swallow the white powder loosed the whirlwind on the man's heart an' it bent him an' twisted him like the storms among the willows.
"'But the Raven could give the powder to others.

So the Raven gave it in some deer's meat to his two squaws; an' they were twisted till they died; an' when they would speak they couldn't, for their teeth were held tight together an' no words came out of their mouths,--only a great foam.

Then the Raven gave it to others that he did not love; they were twisted an' died.