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was Mootchka； whose costume was as astoundingly frightful as he could possibly make it。 His naked body was smeared over with whitewash； some of which adhered and some of which did not。 On his head was a mass of rudely woven black wool； crowned with the duplex pads of some wild flower。 Around the waist was a similar black wool mat； fastened on with a Navaho belt of silver disks。 When all was ready the dancers began。 The trader's store…yard was the plaza； and the roofs of all the buildings on the three sides of the square were covered with Navaho spectators。 Hour after hour they continued。 Some of the dancers were decorated； others were in ordinary costume； but all danced and sang with fervor。
Dancing。 The chief instrument was a large drum； made by hollowing out a section of a tree trunk； and covering the ends with rawhide； which were tightly laced on with strips of the same material。 The dull monotonous thump of the drum kept time； while dancers sang and rattled。 Their songs are invocations to 〃Those Above〃 to continue their good gifts； and at the same time accept thanks for all that had been given。 One dance was particularly beautiful。 It was supposed to represent the movements of the planets in and out of the fixed stars。 Two little girls； brightly and beautifully dressed； waving feather plumes in their hands； threaded their way in and out of the lines of the dancers； themselves moving with an easy graceful swing。
Origin of Dances。 To seek to penetrate the origin of these dances is to find ourselves in the darkness of antiquity。 Almost all Indian peoples have the firmly fixed notion that the gods can be propitiated only by these exhausting dances。 Consequently they are not performed by a few professional dancers； or even by certain families； all the people must dance。 The smallest child； as soon as he is able to understand； must take his place with the elders； and the women and girls enter into the dances with the same religious fervor and zeal that is displayed by the men。 And there is none of that sex enjoyment injected into their sacred dances； as there is in the white man's pleasure dances。 The Indian men dance together； and the Indian women together； or； where both sexes participate； men are in one row and women in another。 So that Indian dances are not pleasure dances。 Neither are they competitive。 There is none of the negro cake…walk idea connected with them； nor the Italian peasant's carnival； where rivals dance to gain the applause of the village。
Gifts Thrown to Spectators。 During these dances at Tuba； gifts of corn； squash； melons； flour； cloth of native texture； and loaves of unleavened bread were brought and given with accompanying prayers to Mootchka； the leader。 Then； at certain times； these were thrown among the spectators and eagerly caught； for not only were the articles themselves to be desired； but there accompanied them the prayers of the original donors； which； in some subtle manner； were supposed to bring good fortune to the final recipients。
The 〃Rooster〃 Race。 The next day the Navahos had their turn。 The two leading chiefs selected a suitable site； and； taking a rooster； buried it up to the neck in sand。 The running course was soon cleared； and excited Indians on horseback lined up on either side for half a mile。 Horseflesh of all kinds known to the Indians （from fleet； wiry steeds that had won many a prize； to broken…down cayuses fit only for the boneyard） was to be seen。 The riders were decked in all the gorgeousness they could afford。 Silk bands were around jet black masses of hair； calico of rainbow colors was made into garments； here and there overshadowed by a beautifully woven and exquisitely patterned native blanket。 Around the waist of many of the men were leathern belts； to which were attached large silver disks worked by native silversmiths； and rings； bracelets； necklaces and earrings of similar work abounded。
Beginning of the Fun。 The competitors were soon gathered together at one end of the course。 The chiefs stated the conditions upon which the prizes must be won； and a signal was given。 Like a shot； a rider darted out from the mass toward the tiny head of the buried rooster； stooping over from the saddle as he neared the bird； with fingers of the right hand extended； the left hand holding the bridle and clutching the horse's mane。 With a sweep； sudden as it was delicate； he tried to catch the rooster's head between his extended fingers。 He failed； but dashed on； for another horse and rider were at his heels； and another and another； the string seemed endless。 Now and again one would touch the bird； or would actually catch the head； but the body was too securely buried to be pulled out easily。 Cheers would ascend as the riders showed approximate success。 Sometimes a horse would shy； and the white visitor looked for nothing less than a broken neck for his rider。 But； laughing and shouting； the athletic and careless Indian would swing himself into the saddle； and in a few rough jerks teach the unruly animal to recognize a master。 Of course； long before this； the rooster was dead； for at the first strong clutch his neck was broken； so that there was no unnecessary torture。 The stream of riders flowed on； and at last one lucky fellow gave the right kind of a pull； and out came the rooster； to be swung around his head with a fierce yell of triumph。
Pursuit of the Victor。 Now the real sport begins。 With a shout that only Indian lungs can produce； every rider darts after the possessor of the rooster； and for an hour； more or less； it is a question of hard riding； dodging； evading； whirling to and fro。 Over the sand…hills they go； pursued and pursuers； yelling and shouting like demons。 The victor's horse seems to know all about the sport。 He watches and dodges and doubles； like a hunted hare。 Now a stalwart ruffian has caught the rooster carrier； and hangs on like grim death； while he is beaten over head and breast and shoulders with the rooster as a weapon。 Others join in。 Surely someone will get hurt！ Watch the horses。 They nip and pinch each other； and squeal with pain and anger。 Ah； the winner still keeps his prize！ Again he is caught； and this time it seems as if he must succumb。 But his horse helps him out and； by clinging desperately to the horn of the saddle and his horse's mane； he wrests himself away from his pursuer； aided by the shying of the pursuing horse； which is kicked and bitten by his own animal。 But where is the pursuer？ His horse is dashing riderless away。 Is he trampled to death in that swirling； sandy conflict？ No； he is hanging on to the man with the rooster； belabored the while with the now bloody and dilapidated bird。 Regardless of this he still clings； although the horse is bounding along at great speed； and a hundred or more are following； all yelling and encouraging him not to let go。 With a superb effort； he swings himself onto the horse behind the saddle； and with a second sudden move grabs the rooster and wrests half of it out of the original victor's hands。 Seeing a chance to escape he drops upon the sand； picks himself up unhurt； and is soon seated upon a new horse。 Now he becomes the pursued； and two bands； instead of one； of howling；