This continues according to the will of the leader.
When his voice gives a sudden drawling drop that dance ends.

There are a few minutes for relaxation and breath, and then he lines out a new song, with new syllables, and a new dance begins.

This continues practically all night, the dance-leader showing his memory power or his composing genius by the number of new songs he introduces.

I have counted as many as thirty to forty different tunes on one occasion.
Just at sunrise the mother of the girl fetches one or two buckets of cold water, while the maiden undresses.

The water is suddenly dashed over her "to make her vigorous and strong," and the dance comes to an end.
This rude and rough treatment, in the early days, was made to have all the potency and sanctity of a religious rite.