From: "The Survivors"

by T. D. Hamm

"The whole figure looked strangely unhuman. Completely dehydrated, the flesh molded tight over the protruding bones, Rodriguez lay peacefully, both stick-like hands clasped over the holy medal on his chest. Sick and shaken, they bent to the task of scooping sand over the shrunken body, glancing sidelone at the devil-dancers whirling exultantly in the shadowy night."

1961.