Bathe at Ndranukula and Namatua speaks, There is a wind on Ndelakurukuru (Thunder-hill). The breeze is scented with _ndomole_ flowers, As clear water flowing forth from a spring. All my children are dancing, Weliwelinivula (Moonshine) leads the dance, Together with Molikula. And after they have bathed the Shades go to look at the quicksand. This sand is white and very fine, and the spirits go to look at it, and after trying to cross it they fall asleep from very weariness, for, being a shifting sand, it cannot be crossed. This is the song that tells of it:-- I fall asleep at Nukutoro, the quicksand, The sound of the singers and the drummers floats to me, The sound of the spear-dance from the mountains, The onlookers in their delight climb one upon another to see. The guardians of the mountains sing on, The calves of their legs are like shaddocks, Their red turbans are of the colour of blood, Like the fruit of the _vutore_ tree floating down a river. Then the children of Namatua are assembled to be counted in order that the Shades may know their numbers, the children of the god of Vungalei. And when they are counted they are found to number one hundred and two, and they are called collectively the Vuanivonokula (the Fruit-of-the-red-kula). This was their title of honour. Now all these sons of Namatua are young gods, strong and handsome. This is a portion of one of the poems that relates to them:-- Let the sons of the god be counted, They number one hundred and two; The fruit of the _vono_ is drifting, The fruit of the red _vono_.[49] The Shades, watching the dances of Ndelakurukuru and marvelling at the strong and warlike appearance of the young gods, long to repay them by singing a song of their own land. But they can only sing of their own sufferings. They think that they will thus raise in the minds of the gods anger against the mortals that are still living, and against the race of mosquitoes, and flies, and black ants, for the dead are ever malignant towards the living. This is their lament:--