236 THE WINTUN. 
sand-pools with hot stones. The eating of this prepares her for subsequent 
participation in the dance, and consecrates her to the duties of womanhood. 
The invited tribes now begin to arrive and the dance comes on. As each 
village or deputation from it arrive on the summit of a hill overlooking the 
scene, they form in line, two or three abreast or in single file, then dance 
down the hill and around the village, crooning strange, weird chants. When 
all the deputations are collected, which may not be for two or three days, 
they unite in a grand dance, passing around the village in solid marching 
order, chanting many choruses the while. One of these choruses used by 
the Nummok is as follows: 
“Hen-no we-ai, 
Hen-no we-ai, 
Hen-no.” 
In conclusion of the ceremonies the chief takes the maiden by the hand 
and together they dance down the line, while the company sing songs im- 
provised for the occasion. I tried to procure the Indian words of one of 
these songs, but could not because there is no fixed form. All the interpre- 
ter, David Baker, could do was to give me the substance of a refrain or 
sentiment very often heard, which I have cast into a form to indicate as 
nearly as possible the numerous repetitions and the rhythm or movement 
of these performances : 
“Thou art a girl no more, 
Thou art a girl no more; 
The chief, the chief, 
The chief, the chief, 
Honors thee 
In the dance, in the dance, 
In the long and double line 
Of the dance, 
Dance, dance, 
Dance, dance.” 
Sometimes the songs are not so chaste and innocuous as the above, but 
are grossly obscene. Every Indian utters such sentiments as he chooses 
in his song, though, strange to relate, they keep perfect time. But the 
women, it should be added, utter nothing impure on these occasions. 
The Wintin have a remarkable fondness for social dances and merry- 
