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Two traditional dances, really ceremonial dances, are spoken of as 

 parun. They are danced at the qillatun and the machitun, and never 

 at recreational activities (cf. pp. 149-150). "Whenever we Mapuche 

 use the word parun, listeners know that we are not speaking of the 

 way that the Chileans dance — Chileans never dance like we do at the 

 rjillatun and machitun, but we dance like they do at fiestas or at any 

 time when we want to have a little fun ; there is something sacred in 

 the dancing that we speak of as parun." 



Schoolchildren gave a fair demonstration of the gime, the corrido, 

 the walse (pi. 17, / and 2), and the marcha, but they did not think it 

 proper to demonstrate the parun. According to Cooper's sources there 

 was considerable clowning and the use of masks of wood and canelo 

 leaves in some modern Araucanian dances and gatherings. He also 

 notes that the imitative ostrich, puma, and other dances appear to 

 have been an introduction from across the Andes, and are more 

 modern (1946, p. 738). 



Some folk songs were sung on certain occasions only; others at 

 any time: "Some persons sing when they are drunk; some do so 

 when it occurs to them." 



The following songs sung in Araucanian were written down by 

 schoolchildren at the dictation of older persons at home. 



By a girl as sung by her father : 



Mama, I came a short time ago. Mama, I thought of you. Every day I remem- 

 bered you, and I wept for you, and still weep for you. That is why I came from 

 the north to this place. I was in a forest of pine, mother. 



By a boy as sung by his father : 



Yes, if we have to go, we will go. Go with me to another land. Argentina is 

 the name of this land. When this year is passed, we will go. Do not take it too 

 hard, sister. Do not cry too much for me, sister, sister. I go to another land, 

 sister, sister. The good God grant that all will go well with you, sister, sister. 



By a boy as sung by his aunt : 



Where has my beloved gone ? Dark blue is the woods through which my loved 

 one went. He had no love for me, my sweet loved one. Forsaken has he me, 

 my own beloved one. Where has he gone to, my sweet loved one? Dark blue 

 is the woods through which my loved one went. He had no love for me, my 

 sweet beloved one. Forsaken has he me, my old beloved. Weeping I follow him, 

 my sweet loved one. I have cultivated my love to fall in love with my sweet 

 loved one. Tell me, why is it that I cannot cease crying? 



By a girl as sung to her by a 70-year-old woman who was visiting 

 at the girl's home (the song is sung only by a drunkard) : 



We are going because we are already drunk. Yes, we are going, we two. 

 Here is my sister, sister, sister. We are going, sister. 



