An Introduction to the mortuary customs of the North American IndiansYarrow, H. C. (Harry Crécy)
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An Introduction to the mortuary customs of the North American Indians
Yarrow, H. C. (Harry Crécy)
Indians of North America -- Funeral customs and rites
"There are four officials connected with the building, who are
probably chosen to preserve order and to allow no intruders. They are
the assistants of the chief. The invitation to attend was from one of
them, and admission was given by the same. These four wore black vests
trimmed with red flannel and shell ornaments. The chief made no
special display on the occasion. In addition to these four, who were
officers of the assembly-chamber, there was an old man and a young
woman, who seemed to be priest and priestess. The young woman was
dressed differently from any other, the rest dressing in plain calico
dresses. Her dress was white covered with spots of red flannel, cut in
neat figures, ornamented with shells. It looked gorgeous and denoted
some office, the name of which I could not ascertain. Before the
visitors were ready to enter, the older men of the tribe were
reclining around the fire smoking and chatting. As the ceremonies were
about to commence, the old man and young woman were summoned, and,
standing at the end opposite the entrance, they inaugurated the
exercises by a brief service, which seemed to be a dedication of the
house to the exercises about to commence. Each of them spoke a few
words, joined in a brief chant, and the house was thrown open for
their visitors. They staid at their post until the visitors entered
and were seated on one side of the room. After the visitors then
others were seated, making about 200 in all, though there was plenty
of room in the center for the dancing.
"Before the dance commenced the chief of the visiting tribe made a
brief speech, in which he no doubt referred to the death of the chief
of the Yo-kai-a, and offered the sympathy of his tribe in this loss.
As he spoke, some of the women scarcely refrained from crying out, and
with difficulty they suppressed their sobs. I presume that he proposed
a few moments of mourning, for when he stopped the whole assemblage
burst forth into a bitter wailing, some screaming as if in agony. The
whole thing created such a din that I was compelled to stop my ears.
The air was rent and pierced with their cries. This wailing and
shedding of tears lasted about three or five minutes, though it seemed
to last a half hour. At a given signal they ceased, wiped their eyes,
and quieted down.
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