Within the last two years, however, they have revived the ghost-dance ceremonies with all the old-time vigor (see the calendar).
When night came on the form in white had disappeared—and, returning, the old chief taught the ghost-dance to his people.
The third day of the ghost-dance at Cliff Crest was to be the day of the big event—as the office parlance had it.
No wonder the redskins call that wild pageantry of color the ghost-dance of their gods.
The only really serious disturbance within a generation was the "ghost-dance war" of 1890-91.