Stalwart warriors as they are, their keen eyes flash as they glance from the fire to each others' faces, distorted with the effort of uttering such discordant sounds.

Now their broad chests heave with the exertion, and their breath comes quickly.
They seat themselves, to rest and smoke.

Again the hellish sounds are heard, and the wife of the chief trembles for fear of the Giant, and her child clings closer to her breast.

The water boils, and, hissing, falls over into the fire, the flames are darkened for a moment, and then burst up brighter than before.
Markeda addresses the dancers--"Warriors! the Giant is powerful--the water which boils before us will be cold when touched by a friend of the Giant.

Haokah will not that his friends should suffer when offering him a sacrifice." The warriors then advanced together, and each one puts his hand into the kettle and takes the meat from the boiling water; and although suffering from the scalds produced, yet their calmness in enduring the pain, would induce the belief that the water really felt to them cool and pleasant.
The meat is then taken out, and put into a wooden dish, and the water left boiling on the fire.