RENEWAL OF THE DANCE IN THE MORNING. 391 
For half an hour, perhaps, I slept. Then awaking suddenly I stood 
up in my blankets and looked down upon the camp, now broadly flooded 
by the level sun. It was silent as the grave. Even the unresting dogs 
slept at last, and the Indian ponies ceased from browsing, and stood still 
between the manzanita bushes to let the first sunshine warm and mellow 
up their hides, on which the hair stood out straight. All that wonderful 
night seemed like the phantasmagoria of a fevered dream. But before the 
sun was three-quarters of an hour high that tireless herald was out again, 
and going the rounds with a loud voice, to waken the heavy sleepers. In 
a few minutes the whole camp was in motion; not one remained, though 
many an eyelid moved like lead. The choir of singers took their places 
promptly, squatting on the ground; and a great company of men and 
women, bearing their offerings aloft, as before, joined in the same dance as 
described, with the same hissing eh! only it was performed in a disorderly 
rush-round, raising a great cloud of dust. Every five minutes, upon the 
ceasing of the singers, all faced suddenly to the west, ran forward a few 
paces, with a great clamor of mourning, and those in the front prostrated 
themselves, and bowed down their faces to the earth, while others stretched 
out their arms to the west, and piteously wrung them, with imploring cries, 
as if beckoning the departed spirits to return, or waving them a last fare- 
well. This is in accordance with their belief ina Happy Western Land. 
Soon, upon the singers resuming, they all rose and joined again in the 
tumultuous rush-round. This lasted about an hour; then all was ended for 
that day, and the weary mourners betook themselves to their booths and 
to sleep. 
Perhaps the only feature that mars this wonderful exhibition, in a moral 
point of view, is the fact that any mourner, when about to consign a funeral 
plume or other ornament to the flames in honor of the dead, will accept 
money for it from a by-stander (provided he is an Indian), if only enough 
is offered. But they have scruples against selling objects on these occasions 
to a white man. 
At Kern Lake, there was a small tribe which I am at a loss where to 
place in my classification. There are only a very few of them left, having 
been removed to Tule River Reservation; and at this latter place I saw only 
