The hit is simply magnificent in the judgment of his audience.
Meanwhile one of his colleagues is astride a beam and endeavouring to crawl up it; a third is actually on the roof and scatters the shrieking girls everywhere by his impudent addresses; another bursts from a room on the ground-floor holding ears of corn in each hand, and throwing himself upon the earth begins to gnaw them as a dog would a bone, while one of his companions leaps on him, and together they give a faithful representation of two prairie wolves fighting over carrion.

The greatest uproar prevails all about; the Koshare are outdoing themselves; they scatter delirious joy, pleasure, delight, broadcast among the people.
The rumblings of the drum are heard again; the men and women dancers take their places; once more the chorus surround the musicians.

The clowns hush at once, and squat or lie down along the walls, sober and dignified.

The strange _corps de ballet_ re-forms in four lines, the second and third facing each other, and the first and fourth fronting in opposite directions; men and women alternate.

Loud whoops and yells startle the air; the drum rolls and thunders; each dancer brandishes his rattle.