Burial Mounds of the Northern Sections of the United StatesThomas, Cyrus
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Burial Mounds of the Northern Sections of the United States
Thomas, Cyrus
Indians of North America -- Funeral customs and rites; Mounds -- United States; Wyandot Indians
These good people are not like many Christians, who cannot suffer death
to be spoken of, and who, in a mortal sickness, hesitate to break the
news to the sick one for fear of hastening his death. Here, when the
recovery of any one is despaired of, not only do they not hesitate to
tell him that his end is near, but they even prepare in his presence all
that is necessary for the burial; they often show him the shroud, the
hose, the shoes, and the girdle which he is to wear; frequently they are
enshrouded, after their custom, before they have expired, and they hold
a feast of farewell to their friends, during which they sing, sometimes
without showing any apprehension of death, which they regard very
indifferently, considering it only as a change to a life very little
different from this. As soon as the dying man has drawn his last breath,
they arrange the body in the same position that is to be preserved in
the tomb; they do not lay it out horizontally, as is our custom, but
crouched, like a ball (en peloton), "quasi en la mesme posture que les
enfants sont an ventre de la mere." Until this time they restrain their
mourning. After having performed these duties, all in the cabin begin to
utter sighs, groans, and lamentations; the children cry _Aistan_, if it
is their father, and the mother _Aien, Aien_, "My son, my son." No one
seeing them thus weeping and mourning would think that they were only
ceremonial lamentations; they blend their voices all in one accord and
in a lugubrious tone, until some one in authority calls for peace; at
once they cease and the captain hastens to announce through all the
cabins that such a one is dead. Upon the arrival of the friends they
resume their mourning. Frequently some one of more importance will begin
to speak and will console the mother and the children, now extolling the
deceased, praising his patience, his kindness, his liberality, his
magnificence, and, if he was a warrior, his great courage; now saying,
"What do you wish? there is no longer any remedy; it was necessary for
him to die; we are all subject to death;" and then, "He lingered a very
long time," &c. It is true that on this occasion they do not lack for
conversation; I am sometimes surprised to see them discourse a long time
on this subject, and bring up, with much discretion, all considerations
that may afford any consolation to the friends of the deceased.
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