The company must now start.

The leader, who has fallen to the rear, that he may marshal the column in perfect line, gives the signal.

Then they move off in single file, taking a direct course to the holy ground, marching in perfect silence, and with measured step, as if something of the profoundest import were about to take place.
I make no apology for describing these proceedings at some length.
It is necessary to my argument to convey the impression that the essentials of religion are present in these apparently godless observances of the ruder peoples.

They arise directly out of custom--in this case the hunting custom.

Their immediate design is to provide these people with their daily bread.