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Updated: June 23, 2025

She felt that at last she was appreciated. We sat there spellbound by the weird savagery of the spectacle-the great licking fire, the dancing, barbaric figures, the rise and fall of the rhythm, the dust and shuffle, the ebb and flow of the dance, the dim, half-guessed groups swaying in the darkness-and overhead the calm tropic night. At last, fairly exhausted, they stopped. Some one gave a signal.

Stewart Edward White - The Land of Footprints