Contrary to the method of the white race, she is made, for four consecutive days, to exert herself to the utmost.

She must walk and climb mountains, ride and run, and when night comes on the fourth day, she and her mother, and as many of the tribe as are available, begin to dance at sunset and keep it up all night.

The girl herself is designated by a long and slim pole which she carries in her hand, and which towers above her head.

By her side stands her mother.

The leader of the dance begins a song, a simple, rhythmic, weird chant, the words of which are archaic and have no significance to the Indians of to-day, but merely give syllables to hang the tune upon.