Let 'er buck, a story of the passing of the old West . ng, rhythmic beat, that peculiarsensate rhythm whose primitive prosody leaves no 173 THE CEREMONIAL WAR DANCE OF THE RED MEN Te-tum, turn, turn I Te-tum-tum-tum! go the rhythmic bar-baric beat of the Indian drums. Haya I Haya ! Haya-ya- ! ya-a ! cuts in the shrill, aspirantvoices of the dancers, as now they straighten up and throw backtheir heads, now bend and crouching low, articulate their supplebodies through weird postures to the short staccato step move-ments of the Amerindian dances. Glistening, vibrating in the sunlight, in a color
Let 'er buck, a story of the passing of the old West . ng, rhythmic beat, that peculiarsensate rhythm whose primitive prosody leaves no 173 THE CEREMONIAL WAR DANCE OF THE RED MEN Te-tum, turn, turn I Te-tum-tum-tum! go the rhythmic bar-baric beat of the Indian drums. Haya I Haya ! Haya-ya- ! ya-a ! cuts in the shrill, aspirantvoices of the dancers, as now they straighten up and throw backtheir heads, now bend and crouching low, articulate their supplebodies through weird postures to the short staccato step move-ments of the Amerindian dances. Glistening, vibrating in the sunlight, in a color and movementlike a hundred interlacing rainbows their costumes bedecked witheagles feathers, bead work and elks teeth, and representingnearly a million dollars in value, they weave and interweavethrough their ceremonials. It is one of the most superb Indian spectacles produced todayanywhere on the American continent. A few more short yearsand this sunset glow of the old day of the North AmericanIndian will have sunk forever below the horizon of « -a?3 i u 0) O (U H > «. H ^ %. •^^Bj^^ i
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