These are twelve in number, all men, dressed or undressed as each one's fancy dictates, their faces whitened like the dancers'.

Their rude chant or rhythmic shouting is in the minor key.

They advance in a body, keeping time with their feet, gesticulating in a manner intended to convey the meaning of their song.

In their midst goes the drum-beater, an aged man adorned with an eagle's feather behind each ear.

Like the rest, his face is daubed with white paint; his drum, which he thumps incessantly with a single stick, being manufactured from a hollow tree.