There Nisqually stopped and looked back. A thick mist was rising from the lake where the otters were splashing. Under the mist was a black cloud, which grew bigger and blacker as he watched. "Are there spirits in that cloud?" he asked himself in terror. He hurriedly started down the mountain, but the black cloud followed him. The cloud became a storm, which threw him down on the jagged rocks and ice. He clung to the hiaqua, struggled to his feet, and started again. The storm grew worse. In the wind and the thunder the man heard the voices of the Tahmahnawis, the spirits, shrieking., "Ha, ha, hiaqua! Ha, ha, ha!" Again and again the spirits screamed, "Ha, ha, hiaqua! Ha, ha, hiaqua!"
E.E. Clark, Indian Legends of the Pacific Northwest, U. of Calif. Press, 1963, p. 36.
Ocean Still grieves for his sons and daughters (Clouds and Rain) who did not come home. All day and all night along the beach he calls to them and sings his mournful song: Ah' tah lah' tah lah'! Ah' tah lah' tah lah'! Ah' tah lah'! Come home! Come home! Come home!
E.E. Clark, Indian Legends of the Pacific Northwest, U. of Calif. Press, 1963, p. 26.