The uncivilized races of men in all countries of the world; vol. 2 of 2: Being a comprehensive account of their manners and customs, and of their physical, social, mental, moral and religious characteristicsWood, J. G. (John George)
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The uncivilized races of men in all countries of the world; vol. 2 of 2: Being a comprehensive account of their manners and customs, and of their physical, social, mental, moral and religious characteristics
Wood, J. G. (John George)
Anthropology; Ethnology; Manners and customs
The mode of salutation at parting and meeting is very curious, and to
an European sufficiently ludicrous. When two persons meet who have
not seen each other for some time, it is considered a necessary point
of etiquette to go through the ceremony called _tangi_. The “g,” by
the way, is pronounced hard, as in the word “begin.” They envelope
themselves in their mats, covering even their faces, except one eye,
squat on the ground opposite each other, and begin to weep copiously.
They seem to have tears at command, and they never fail to go through
the whole of the ceremony as often as etiquette demands it. Having
finished their cry, they approach each other, press their noses
together for some time, uttering the while, a series of short grunts!
Etiquette is now satisfied and both parties become very cheerful and
lively, chatting and laughing as if there had never been such a thing
as a tear in existence.
Mr. Angas tells a ludicrous story of a tangi which he once witnessed. A
woman was paddling a very small canoe, and fell in with the exploring
party, who were in two large canoes. Seeing some friends on board of
the large canoes, she ran her little vessel between them, and began a
vigorous tangi.
Time being pressing, she could not stop to wrap herself up in the
orthodox style, but burst into a flood of tears in the most approved
fashion, and paddled and howled with equal vigor. Still crying, she put
on board a basket of potatoes as a present, and received in return a
fig of tobacco. The tangi being by this time complete, the old woman
burst into a loud laugh, had a lively talk with her friends, turned her
little canoe round, and paddled briskly out of sight.
In one instance this force of habit was rather ludicrously exemplified.
The writer shall tell his own story.
“At Hopeton we met with a sister of Karake, or Clark, the chief of
Waikato Heads, whose portrait I had painted when at Auckland. This
portrait I showed to the old woman, who had not seen her brother for
some time, when, to my surprise and amusement, she at once commenced
a most affectionate tangi before the sketch; waving her hands in the
usual manner, and uttering successively low whining sounds expressive
of her joy.
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