NO. II MUSIC OF TULE INDIANS OF PANAMA DENSMORE I9 



torn which the writer noted among the Yuma and Cocopa of south- 

 ern Arizona. It was said that "' after a death the people go to 

 the burying ground, take their kmch and stay all day. The doctor 

 sings and talks about the dead person and everybody cries." The 

 songs used at this time recount the circumstances of the man's ill- 

 ness and death, a^d " direct his spirit on its way." Such a song is 

 presented, and we note that the tempo is more rapid than that of any 

 other recorded Tule song. Only the first part of the words was 

 translated, the second portion evidently containing a native adapta- 

 tion of ideas obtained from missionaries. The translation was made 

 from the dictaphone record, phrase by phrase, as described in the 

 song of the boat race on page 29, but the phrases in the melody are 

 not strongly marked and the corresponding numbers were not placed 

 on the transcription. The song is characterized by its rapid tempo 

 and by frequent repetitions of a single tone. 



(The sick man addresses his wife) 



The fever returns. I drink the medicine and throw it on my body. 



The sickness comes more and more. I am going to die. 



My breath grows harder. I am going to die. 



My face grows pale, the medicine is not helping me. 



I am going to leave my two children to you, 



After I die you will feel sorry for them. 



After I die you must always talk of me to the children. 



Go to the cocoanut farm after I die. 



Take the children with you and be sad for me. 



If people go into the cocoanut farm and cut the trees 



Track them and find out who did it. 



Always think of me when you go to the cocoanut farm. 



There will be plenty of property for the children. 



I will leave the plantain farm. 



Always think of me when you go to the plantain farm. 



I leave the small fruits, the bananas, mangoes and other fruits. 



When you pick them you must think of me. 



Before I was sick I went fishing and caught fish for the children, 



I cannot get you any more fish. 



Before I was sick I went hunting and got birds, wild turkey and all kinds of 



game, 

 After I am dead I cannot do this any more. 

 Think of me when you eat the wild game. 

 I always killed the wild hog, I always killed the wild turkey, 

 I asked everybody to the big feast, but I cannot do this any more, 

 I am going to die now, I cannot talk. 

 My breath goes, I speak faintly. 

 You must remember me a little bit. 

 In a little while you will forget me, 



