THE CEREMONIAL WAR DANCE OF THE RED MEN 



Te-tum, turn, turn ! Te-tum-tum-tum ! go the rhythmic bar- 

 baric beat of the Indian drums. 



Haya ! Haya ! Haya-ya- ! ya-a ! cuts in the shrill, aspirant 

 voices of the dancers, as now they straighten up and throw back 

 their heads, now bend and crouching low, articulate their supple 

 bodies through weird postures to the short staccato step move- 

 ments of the Amerindian dances. 



Glistening, vibrating in the sunlight, in a color and movement 

 like a hundred interlacing rainbows their costumes bedecked with 

 eagles' feathers, bead work and elk's teeth, and representing 

 nearly a million dollars in value, they weave and interweave 

 through their ceremonials. 



It is one of the most superb Indian spectacles produced today 

 anywhere on the American continent. A few more short years 

 and this sunset glow of the old day of the North American 

 Indian will have sunk forever below the horizon of time. 



