Arthur O. Friel, Tupahn--the Thunderstorm — Chapter XIII (1922)
“ Their dance, of course, was no dance at all, but a trotting and hopping around in a circle, stopping often for more drink. Somewhere near by a couple of log drums boomed, and old Andirah in his hammock grinned and nodded his tall plumes, as if to say that this was dancing. Senhor Tom and the senhorita sat and laughed, Pedro and I chuckled and helped ourselves at the big jars, the Tucunas forgot us and gave their whole minds to their festival, and the house shook with the shouts of the merry-makers and the thunder of the drums. ”
