Cries arise, each more and more fearful; the whole multitude are at last shrieking with dizzy heads and wildly beating pulses.

The cries become deafening; an almost superhuman frenzy passes over all; they seem to be no longer mortal--the armies of the dead are believed to be about them; they think that they are reveling in the joys of the heroes' paradise.

One by one they drop down, until the whole assembly is exhausted.
At midnight the great fires are kindled, and throw their lights and shadows over the frenzied sleepers.

Such was the _Tamanous_-dance, and so ended the first night of the feast.
On the second night the old chief gave away his private possessions, and on the third the wedding ceremony was performed.
The wild and inhuman Death-dance, which the tribe demanded, was expected to end the festival at the going down of the shadowy moon.

Could it be prevented after the traditions of unknown centuries, and at a time when the historical pride of the warriors was awakened to celebrate the barbarous deeds of their ancestors?
The wedding was simple.