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The Chief shouts: "Now they live their wild free lives on the plain." He
begins any good dance song and beats double time. The Caribou dance
around once in a circle.

The Chief shouts: "Full of life they fight among themselves."

The first and second Caribou, and third and fourth, close in combat.
They lower their heads, lock horns held safely away from the head,
snort, kick up the dust, and dance around each other two or three
times.

The music begins again, and they cease fighting and dance in a circle
once more.

The music stops. The Chief shouts: "They fight again." Now the first and
fourth and second and third lock horns and fight.

After a round or so the music begins again and they cease fighting and
again circle, dancing as before.

The Chief calls out: "The Wolves are on their track."

Now the howling of Wolves is heard in the distance, from the fellows
already posted.

The Caribou rush toward that side and face it in a row, threatening,
with horns low, as they snort, stamp, and kick up the dust.

The Wolf-howling ceases. The Caribou are victorious. The Chief shouts:
"They have driven off the Wolves." They turn away and circle once to the
music, holding their heads high.

Now Panther-yelling (or other menacing sound) is heard in the other
direction. The Chief shouts: "But now the Panthers have found them out."

Again the Caribou line up and show fight. When it ceases, the Chief
cries out: "They have driven off the Panther." Now they dance proudly
around, heads up, chests out as they step, for they have conquered every
foe.

Then the Chief calls out: "But another, a deadlier enemy comes. The
hunters are on their trail." The hunters appear, crawling very low and
carrying bows. They go half around the ring, each telling those behind
by signs, "Here they are; we have found them," "Four big fellows," "Come
on," etc. When they come opposite the Caribou, the first hunter lets off
a short "yelp." The Caribou spring to the opposite side of the ring, and
then line up to defy this new noise; but do not understand it, so gaze
as they prance about in fear. The hunters draw their bows together, and
make as though each lets fly an arrow. The first Caribou drops, the
others turn in fear and run around about half of the ring, heads low,
and not dancing; then they dash for the timber. The hunters run forward
with yells. The leader holds up the horns. All dance and yell around the
fallen Caribou and then drag