NELSON] FESTIVAL SONGS 349 
rendered to the music of the drums and the steady, monotonous chant 
of the drummers rendered the whole very effective. 
The following two songs give a general idea of the character of those 
sung at festivals for pastime. The first is a song of a Malemut hunter 
from the head of Kotzebue sound. He wishes for the time to come 
when the reindeer shall renew their horns, that the hunting season 
may begin. It was noted that the same idea was repeated again and 
again with constant repetition of the same chorus, so that a few 
phrases did duty for hours: 
A-tii'-d-yai'  ya-t-yae tin-a-i-yd t-yd_— ai-yae-ig’-l-a 
(Chorus) (Chorus) 
Co-ai-d-chiig’-ti-li yae-yd-i-a_— ii'-a-t-ydi-t-ya-ai 
I want (Chorus) (Chorus) 
d-to'-ai-gid-ly wii-t-yae-yae  kin'-gl’-klui'-a | 
very much (Chorus) to see 
i-yae-i-yd niig-g ul-in. 
(Chorus) the deer horns make, ete. 
The following song, composed and sung by a man at Cape Prince of 
Wales in Bering strait, expressed his wish to see the ships come in the 
spring, because his tobacco was gone: 
T-ghi-ghun-d Ojn-t-yd-ae-yi— mai'-t-ruk!-t-gd— [-yitn-¥-yd-ydi 
gGnt-¢ i g y yan-y 
The mountain (Chorus) I wish to climb (Chorus) 
chun-mu-i-nak’, I-yae-ya Kiit-kit'-kii-md, 
to get to the water. (Chorus) I sit on the top, 
ki-nig?-nai-gadk I-ytin--yd-ya wm! -t-tik-piik-miin- 
I wish to see (Chorus) the big boats coming 
A-yii-yae-yati-bét'-lae-ka, 
(Chorus) tobacco (with). 
The following music was written for me by Bishop Seghers, an accom- 
plished Catholic missionary (afterward killed on the upper Yukon), from 
asong sung by the Eskimo during a dance at Ikogmut on the lower 
Yukon in the winter of 1879. This gentleman, who was a skilled musi- 
cian, Said that the most remarkable thing he had noted in the songs of 
the Eskimo, both of the lower Yukon and of the adjacent coast of 
Bering sea, was the ease and accuracy with which they raised and 
dropped an exact octave when singing: 
Despite the fact that these people are so fond of their own music, 
they are unable to understand or enjoy that of a more complicated 
character. At St Micbael some of the men were frequently invited 
into one of the houses where there was a small organ, and the agent of 
the Fur company would play simple melodies for them. In every 
instance the visitors kept perfectly quiet, and watched the keyboard 
of the instrument closely, as if fascinated. Finally, I asked an old 
man who had attended several of these concerts if he enjoyed the 
music, and he replied frankly that he did not, because, said he, “I 
