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C—O EEE wd 12 Laveuing Boy I his blanket round him, stalking back to the singers. He was set to lose himself in the songs, but he watched the girl drag out a man nearly as tall as himself. Instead of dancing in the usual way, they held each other face to face and close to, each with one hand on the other’s shoulder. It was shocking; and why had she not done it with him? But she had let him go the first time he had asked. She had insulted him, she was too thin, and prob- ably ill-behaved. III Jesting Squaw's Son’s arm was over his shoulder, his ears were full of the beat and uproar of music. He was a man among men, swinging with them, marking the rhythm, releasing his joy of living in ordered song. ‘ Nashdui bik'é dinns, eya-a, eyo-o. .. A late moon rose, cool and remote, dissociated. They brought another tree up to the bonfire, standing it on end a moment so that the hot light played on its dead branches; then they let it topple over and fall, sending up in its place a tree of moving sparks into the blackness. Night passed its middle and stood towards day. The girls moved off together in single file, blankets drawn over heads, worn out by the night of unre- > i .. IS