The green headdresses waved like reeds before the wind, and the whole space looked like a rhythmically wafted cornfield.

When the dancers were executing the beautiful figure of the planting of maize,--man and woman bending outward simultaneously, each one to his side, and all the rattles sounding as if upon command,--everything around was hushed; everybody looked on in respectful silence, so correct were the motions, so well-timed and so impressive the sight.

Say also felt genuine delight.

She thought of times long past when she, too, had joined in the dance.

Now, alas, she could not.