During this performance their lips moved as if in prayer.
Then they separated, for the spirits had been appealed to, and their entrance into their home was under the special protection of Those Above.

Shyuote, whose trout had been ruined during the combat with the girls, threw himself on the roll in the corner, there to mourn over his defeat.

Okoya went out into the court-yard.

Both expected an early meal, for the fire crackled in the dark kitchen, and a clapping of hands gave evidence that corn-cakes were being moulded to appease their hungry stomachs.
The court-yard had become very quiet.

Even the children had gone to rest in a shady place, where they slept in a promiscuous heap, a conglomerate of human bodies, heads, and limbs, intermingled.