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dust, they rubbed her back with scorched fir twigs, they supported her 

 in a dancing position. She made one more heroic effort to dance and be- 

 come well. Greater and greater grew the excitement. Loco Jim prayed 

 louder, the shrieks and shouts of the dancers became deafening. The 

 crisis came. In the excitement the sick one forgot her ailments. She 

 danced. She took a medicine god in each hand. She lifted them high 

 above her head. She leaped. She crow-hopped. She posed. She strutted 

 round and round the great tire like a turkey. She called the gods by 

 name. She shrieked, SM'ooned and died. 



Words can not describe the scene that followed. Men, yes, Indian 

 men, wept, the women wailed with the hideous coyote yelping wail so 

 characteristic of the Apaches. They all pulled their hair out by handfuls, 

 they rent their apparel and destroyed their property at hand. Then all 

 made a rush to see the corpse. They trampled over each other, and it 

 was with difficulty that they were kept from crowding one another into 

 the great fire. They carried her to the nearest wigwam; stripped, washed 

 and dressed her; beaded her with all the beads of her clan; put wristlets 

 upon wristlets on her wrists; rolled her in her best blanket: took her and 

 her medicine accouterments to the mountain side and buried them beneath 

 a pinyon tree. Then they returned. and destroyed everything which be- 

 longed to her, both animate and inanimate, together with her father's 

 "tepee," that the things that were hers on earth might be with her in 

 spirit in the land of bliss. Then for thirty days the women wailed and 

 mourned for her at morning, noon and night. Thus were the ceremonies 

 performed over the medicine girl brought to a close. 



