The round moon looked down upon a scene so weird1 and compelling that Oliver Drew vaguely2 wondered if it all were real, or one of those strange dreams that leave in the mind of the dreamer the impression that ages ago he has looked upon the things which his sleeping fancy pictured.
The moon rode low in the heavens. The night was waning3. Tall pines and spruce stood black and bar-like against the silver radiance. Away in the distance coyotes lifted their yodel, half jocular, half mournful, as a maudlin4 drunkard sings dolefully a merry tune5.
In a cup of the hills, surrounded by acres and acres of almost impenetrable chaparral and timber, a hundred or more human beings were clustered about a blazing fire. Horses stamped in the corrals. Now and then an Indian dog cast back a vicious challenge at the wild dogs on the hill. White men and women and Indian men and women stood about the fire in a great circle, silent, intent on what was taking place at the fire's edge.
Within this outer circle of spectators revolved6 another smaller circle of brown-skinned men and women. But one of this number was white, and in the flickering7 light of the fire his skin glowed in odd contrast to the skins of those who danced with him.
For Oliver Drew was stripped but for a breechcloth about his loins, and directly opposite him in the circle, always across the fire from him as the human snake revolved about the flames, was a stalwart young Indian, likewise nearly nude8. He it was who at the proper moment would dash upon the fire with this white man, when, with hands clasped over it, they two would strive to beat it to ashes with naked feet.
Side by side, shoulder to shoulder, pressed into the circle like canned fish, the fire dancers circled the leaping flames. Sweat streamed from their bodies, for the fire was a huge one and roared and crackled and leaped at them incessantly10.
For two solid hours the dance had been in progress. Now and then an old squaw, faint from the heat of the fire and the nerve strain which only the fanatic11 knows, dropped wearily out and staggered away. Then the rank would close and fill the vacancy12; and this automatically made the circle smaller and brought the dancers closer to the flames, for they must touch each other always as they circled slowly.
Round about them hobbled Chupurosa, adorned13 with eagle feathers dyed red and yellow and black. In his uplifted hand he held a small turtle shell, with a wooden handle bound to it by a rawhide14 thong15. In the shell, whose ends were closed with skin, were cherry stones. The incessant9 rattling16 of them accompanied the dancers' elephantine tread. It was the toy of childhood, and those who danced to its croaking17 music were children of the hills and cañons, simple-minded and serene18.
Slowly as moves a sluggish19 reptile20 in early spring the dancers circled the fire, times without number. Guttural grunts22 accompanied the constant thud of tough bare feet on the beaten earth. Now and then they broke into chanting—a weird, uncanny wailing23 that sent shivers along the spine24 and made one think of heathen sacrifices and outlandish, cruel heathen rites25. Straight downward, almost, the dancers planted their feet. When their feet came down three inches had not been gained over the last stamping step. It required many long minutes for the entire circle to complete the trip around the fire; and this continued on and on till the brain of Oliver Drew swam and the fire in reality took on the aspect of a tormenting27, threatening ogre which this rite26 must crush.
Occasionally some fanatic would spring from the line and rush upon the fire, striking at it with his feet, slapping at it with his hands, growling28 at it and threatening it in his guttural tongue. Then the dance would grow fiercer, and the chanting would break out anew, while always the cherry stones rattled29 dismally30 and urged the zealots on.
When would it end? There was fresh, clean pitch in the great logs that blazed; and it seemed to Oliver that the exorcism must continue to the end of time.
At first he had felt like an utter fool when he was led from the tent, almost nude, to face the curious eyes of thirty or more white people. His simple instructions had been given him by Chupurosa in the hut where he had been kept virtually a prisoner since his arrival. Then he had been led forth31 and pressed into his place in the circle, across from the other nearly naked man who swam so dizzily before his eyes. Then the slow ordeal32 had begun, and round and round they went till he thought he must surely lose his reason.
On his feet and legs was the liquid courtplaster, and Chupurosa had not observed it. Coat after coat he had applied33, and had a certain feeling of being fortified34. Yet he doubted if, when the moment came for him to leap upon the fire and clasp hands with the man opposite, any of the mucilaginous substance would be left on the soles of his already burning feet.
He had seen Jessamy's face beyond the fire. She had smiled at him encouragingly. But now her face had blended with the other faces that danced confusedly before his eyes, and he could not separate it as the circle went slowly round and round.
An old man dropped, face down, on the earth, completely overcome. From beyond the circle of dancers a pair of arms reached through and dragged him out by the heels. The dance went on, and the dancers now were closer to the fire by the breadth of one human body.
Weirdly36 rose the chant to the moonlit night. Coyotes answered with doleful ribaldry. A woman pitched forward on her face—a young woman. She lay quite still, breathing heavily. Oliver stepped over her body as they dragged her out to resuscitate37 her, and it seemed as he did so that he scarce could lift his feet so high.
Now one by one they dropped, exhausted38, reeking39 with sweat caused by the intensity40 of the heat from the burning pitch logs. Two fell at once—one inward, the other back. Up rose the chant as they were dragged away; fiercer grew the stamping; frenziedly the cherry stones clicked in the turtle shell.
Lower and lower rode the radiant moon. Blacker and blacker grew the outlined woods. The coyotes ceased their insane laughter and scurried41 off to where jackrabbits played on moonlit pasturelands. And still the passionate42 exorcism went on and on, with men and women dropping every minute and the circle narrowing about the fire and closing in.
The blaze was lower now. The pitch in the logs no longer sputtered43 and dripped blazing to the ground. But the heat was still intense, and the white man's tender flesh was seared as the giving out of some dancer forced the circle nearer and nearer to the flames.
But into his heart had come a fierce purpose born of the fanaticism44 responsible for this ordeal. He was a man of destiny, he felt, though obliged to "carry on" with blinded eyes. Something of the fierce, dogged nature of these wild people of the woods entered his soul. He was dying by inches, it seemed, but the fire, glowing and spitting hatred45 at him, became a real enemy to be conquered by grit46 and stern endurance: and, held up by the bodies that pressed against his on either side, he stamped on crazily, his teeth set, the ridiculous side of his plight47 forgotten.
And now the circle was pitiably small; and those who formed it staggered and reeled, and scarce found breath to chant or revile48 their dying enemy. But still the cherry stones rattled on while that old oak of a Chupurosa moved round and about, tireless as an engine.
Oliver dragged his feet now; he thought he could not lift them. His brain was a dull, dead thing except for that passionate hatred of the fire that the weird chanting and the strangeness of it all had brought about. And now the fire grew lower, lower. Back of the ragged35 hills the moon slipped down and left the wilderness49 in blackness. Only the fire gleamed.
Then suddenly the rattling of the cherry stones was quieted. Now the only sounds were the weary thud-thud of tough bare heels and the stentorian50 breathing of the zealous51 worshippers, an occasional heartrending grunt21.
On and on—round and round. The very air grew tense. Dawn was at hand. Its cold breath crept down from the snow-capped peaks. A glimmer52 of grey showed in the eastern sky.
Only fifteen of the Showut Poche-dakas plodded53 now about the failing fire, by this time smouldering at their very feet. Fifteen Showut Poche-dakas—and Oliver Drew! All were men, young men in life's full vigour54. Yet they swayed and reeled and staggered drunkenly as the dizzying ordeal went on through the grey silence of dawn.
Now dawn came fast and spread its inchoate55 light over the silent assemblage in the hills. Then like a burst of sound disturbing a weary sleeper56, the cherry stones resumed their rattling.
At once, back of the circle of tottering57 dancers, a weird chant arose till it drummed in Oliver's ears and seemed to be lulling58 him to sleep.
Out of the void taut59 fingers came and clasped his own. His hands were jerked high over his head. Something stung his feet and legs, and he thought of the rattler on the hill. The chant rose to a riotous60 shouting. The air was filled with imprecations, wailings, shrieks61, and spiteful challenges. Now Oliver realized that his fingers were locked with those of the nude Indian who had danced opposite him; that they two were over the waning fire, fighting it with their feet.
How long it lasted he never knew. Life came back to his mistreated muscles, and with his feet he fought this thing that stung him and seared him and filled his heart with burning wrath62. Then came a long, concerted shout. In rushed the Showut Poche-dakas to the fighters' aid. Bare feet by twenty-fives and fifties slapped at the fire, and a herd63 of dark forms trampled64 over it and beat it to extinction65.
A long shout of triumph that sped away on swift wings toward the coming dawn and the distant mountain! And then a single voice lifted high in words which in English are these:
"The evil fire god has been defeated. No barrier stands between the white man and the Showut Poche-dakas. From this hour to the end of time he who has danced the fire dance tonight and conquered the evil spirit shall be brother to the Showut Poche-dakas!"
Then just before Oliver fainted in some one's arms he heard in English:
"Seven hours and twenty minutes—the longest fire dance in the history of the tribe!"
And the new brother of the Showut Poche-dakas heard no more.
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tune
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nude
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vacancy
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rawhide
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croaking
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serene
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reptile
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grunt
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wailing
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growling
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rattled
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weirdly
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exhausted
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fanaticism
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hatred
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grit
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plight
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revile
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wilderness
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stentorian
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zealous
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glimmer
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plodded
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sleeper
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shrieks
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