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LavgHIiNG Boy 7 of rubbery, filling bread. The meat was the back- zone of a yearling calf, boiled with corn. It was good. He munched joyfully, feeling his empty szomach fill, wadding himself with bread, washing it down with bitter coffee. A couple of Americans carrying their own plates dipped in gingerly. A Hopi, having collected everything he could pos- sibly eat, sat down officiously beside them to gir his school English and his bourgeois superiority. | | 11 | A small drum beating rapidly concentrated the mixed noises into a staccato unison. Young men zathered about the drummer. Laughing Boy might have eaten more, but he left the fire imme- diately with Jesting Squaw’s Son. Some one led off high-pitched at full voice,

  • Yo-0 galeana, yo-o galeana, yo-o galeana ...

By the end of the second word the crowd was with him; more young men hurried up to join the diapason, | ‘Galeana ena, galeana eno, vo-o ay-¢ hera ena... They put their arms over each other's shoul- ders, swaying in time to the one drum that ran like a dull, glowing thread through the singing, four hundred young men turning loose everything they had.

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