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other in chanting a weird, high wail, 

 in which one could distinguish a 

 certain rhythm. 



Nimrod was concerned for fear 

 I would have a sun-stroke, my face 

 was like raw beef, but the squaws 

 made room for us under one of their 

 sheltering canvases, and we sat there 

 for two hours watching the per- 

 formance. The concomitants were \\wv 

 indescribable the heat, the glare, \Y| 

 the sweaty Indians, the crying 

 babies, the flies, attracted by bits 

 of food thrown about. 



I had been watching for a long 

 time a charming Indian girl arrayed 

 in all the glory of an elk- tooth jacket, 

 wampum necklaces and beaded leg- 

 gings, her thick black plaits of hair 

 woven with bright ribbons. As she 

 was evidently nervous, and a visibly 

 nervous Indian is a rarity, I asked 

 the interpreter about her. He looked 

 at me in surprise and said, "That is 

 Manita and that's It-tas-da-chirsch, ' ' 

 indicating a sullen looking, burly fel- 

 low who was watching Manita nar- 

 rowly. 



In their Indian finery I had recog- 

 nised neither as the bogus white 



