They stood without, considering for a time. Then each produced his sacred charms and prayed to the spirit of thunders, looking aloft and closing his eyes. Then one by one they approached to break down the stockade and enter the sacred lodge by force.

But each time one seized upon the defense, an old woman appeared and threw a powder upon him. Each time she came out of the lodge to cast her powder, a man fell and lay upon his back, motionless as the dead.

The Stone Boy only was left unharmed. He paid no attention to this old woman. He put his drum behind him and walked toward the lodge enclosure. As he came near, the old woman came forth and threw her powder at him. The Stone Boy suddenly swung his drum in front, and the woman was powerless to do him harm.

"He-he-he!" cried the witch woman. "Now indeed is my husband Witko (silly), for having given his magic drum to this boy. Lo, we shall be undone!"

 Dreams and Thunder: Stories, Poems, and the Sun Dance Opera, p. 49