and through the hotel restaurant to a bolted door. They opened it and before our eyes spread a dusty field filled with several hundred villagers--the men bare-chested and the women beaded and robed--jumping up and down, beating drums, and dancing amid open carrels filled with cattle. There, on the night of a lunar eclipse lay the legendary life of cattle and dancing that so captivated E.E. Evans-Pritchard. Jammed in between one another and jumping a foot into the air, the women grabbed us by the arm and pulled us along. Refusal was not an option as they bombarded us with smiles and stroked our skin and hair.from The Smart Set: A Poetic Argument
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