In the Wrong Paradise, and Other StoriesLang, Andrew
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In the Wrong Paradise, and Other Stories
Lang, Andrew
Paranormal fiction; Science fiction, English; Short stories; Slavery -- Fiction
The conduct of Why-Why was certainly calculated to outrage all
conservative feeling. When on the war-path or in the excitement of the
chase he had even been known to address a tribesman by his name, as "Old
Cow," or "Flying Cloud," or what not, instead of adopting the orthodox
nomenclature of the classificatory system, and saying, "Third cousin by
the mother's side, thrice removed, will you lend me an arrow?" or
whatever it might be. On "tabu-days," once a week, when the rest of the
people in the cave were all silent, sedentary, and miserable (from some
superstitious feeling which we can no longer understand), Why-Why would
walk about whistling, or would chip his flints or set his nets. He ought
to have been punished with death, but no one cared to interfere with him.
Instead of dancing at the great "corroborees," or religious ballets of
his people, he would "sit out" with a girl whose sad, romantic history
became fatally interwoven with his own. In vain the medicine-men assured
him that Pund-jel, the great spirit, was angry. Why-Why was indifferent
to the thunder which was believed to be the voice of Pund-jel. His
behaviour at the funeral of a celebrated brave actually caused what we
would call a reformation in burial ceremonies.
It was usual to lay the corpses of the famous dead in a cave, where
certain of the tribesmen were sent to watch for forty days and nights the
decaying body. This ghastly task was made more severe by the difficulty
of obtaining food. Everything that the watchers were allowed to eat was
cooked outside the cave with complicated ceremonies. If any part of the
ritual was omitted, if a drop or a morsel were spilled, the whole rite
had to be done over again from the beginning. This was not all. The
chief medicine-man took a small portion of the meat in a long spoon, and
entered the sepulchral cavern. In the dim light he approached one of the
watchers of the dead, danced before him, uttered a mysterious formula of
words, and made a shot at the hungry man's mouth with a long spoon. If
the shot was straight, if the spoon did not touch the lips or nose or
mouth, the watcher made ready to receive a fresh spoonful. But if the
attempt failed, if the spoon did not go straight to the mark, the
mourners were obliged to wait till all the cooking ceremonies were
performed afresh, when the feeding began again.
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