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118 Her hair streamed behind her; her mocca- sins barely touched the ground; her body was contorted with supple precision. Now she danced before us, her eyes burn- ing with mockery—I know not what—of Ta-wan-ne-ars: Now she spun around the Open space in a series of intricate steps and posturings. The music worked up to a crescendo, the drums thudding with furious speed. Ga- ha-nosleaped high in air and raised her arms toward the moon, whose sickle shape was no whiter or fairer than she. The chant stopped in the middle of a note, and as her feet touched the ground again ‘she ran lightly across the amphitheater and threw herself into de Veulle’s arms. He tossed her upon his shoulder. “The Moon Feast is open. O my peo- ple,” she called back as he disappeared with her into the shadows. All those thousands of people went mad. The Dancing-Place became a wild tumult of naked savages, men and women, leaping in groups and couples to the renewed music of the False Faces. Decency and restraint were cast aside. Tom and Bolling rolled in barrels of rum, which were upended and consumed as rapidly as the heads were knocked off; and the raw spirits combined with the hellish chant and the suggestive throbbing of the drums to stimulate afresh the passions which Ga-ha-no’s dancing had aroused.(a) At first they paid no attention to us. They were preoccupied with the extraor- dinary hysteria which had gripped them. They apostrophized the moon. The wo- men flung themselves upon the False Faces, (a) Decency forbids a detailed description of these horrible rites. —H. O. Adventure for it was deemed an honor to receive the attentions of these priests of evil. The men worked themselves into an excess of debauchery. Groups formed and dissolved with amazing rapidity. Individuals, weary- ing of each other, ran hither and thither, seeking partners who were more pleas- ing or attractive to them. But at last a portion of the drunken mob turned upon us. An old woman with wispy gray hair and shrunken breasts beat Ta-wan-ne-ars on the flank with a smolder- ing brand. Bolling, whatever of man there was in him smothered under the brutish- ness the rum had excited, carefully inserted a pine-splinter in the quick of my finger- nail. I gritted my teeth to force back the scream of agony, and managed to laugh— how, I do. not know—when he set it alight. “The brother of Ta-wan-ne-ars is a great warrior,” proclaimed my comrade, swift to come to my help. “Red Jack and his friends can not hurt Ormerod. We laugh at you.” Bolling ripped out his knife and stag- gered toward the Seneca’s stake. “T’ll make you laugh,” he spat wickedly. “ll carve your mouth wider so you can laugh plenty when we begin on you in earnest. Think this has been anything? We——” | A yell of mingled fear and laughter inter- rupted him. False Faces and warriors, women as well as men, were pointing to- ward the background of the pines. ‘““Ne-e-ar-go-ye, the Bear, is come to play with us,” they cried. And others prostrated themselves and called— “Oua, Ga-go-sa Ho-nun-as-tase-ta!””’ TO BE CONTINUED Beginning with the October issues, on the stands in September, Adventure will appear three times a month, on the 10th, 20th, and 30th. Remember the dates. CORMICLOO (C@