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sink into a long-drawn, dying wail; then all at once comes a sharp sh/ and 
a tremendous “tiger”. The rattle drops to the ground and seems to hover 
close over it, darting in every direction, and only two of the performers are 
heard, groveling on the ground and muttering petitions and responses, until 
finally the rattle dies slowly out, the voices hush, and all is over. The fire 
is quickly raked open, straw and splinters are thrown on it, a blaze springs 
up, laughing and talking begin again, and cigarettes are lighted. 
The Indians seize this breathing time to interpret to us the songs, and 
to explain that the petitions were for the blessings of Woannomih on their 
tribe, and the petitions last heard were for blessings on the fire about to be 
uncovered. After smoking and chatting a few minutes they cover up the 
fire again, and the programme above given is repeated; but the second 
time we find it monotonous and wearisome. The reader will understand, if 
he knows anything about Indian habits, that there was a great deal intro- 
duced into this performance which no man can describe or imitate—unut- 
terable groans, hissings, mutterings, and repetitions, with which the savage 
so delights to envelop his sacred exercises. 
SACRED SONGS OF THE KONKAU. 
RED CLOUD’S SONG. 
{Heard by the mother of Oan-koi’-tu-peb.| 
Yang-wi’-a-kan-u mai’-dum-ni. 
IT am the Red Cloud. ; 
Hi-pi-ning’ koi-o-di’ nilx bai’-shum yan/-u-nom mai’-dum-ni, 
My father formed me out of the sky. 
Lu’-lal yan/-dib oi/-yil nai. 
I sing [among] the mountain flowers. 
Yi/-wi yan‘-dib oi/-yil nai. 
I sing [among] the flowering chamize of the mountains, 
Wek'-wék yan/-dib ci/-yib nai. 
Ising in the mountains [like] the wél!-wek. 
Wek'-wék o/-di so’-lin nai. 
Ising [among] the rocks [like] the wék/-weél. 
Lai‘-dam yan/-dih we/-we nai. 
In the morning I ery in the mountains. 
Lai’-dam bo w’-ye nai. 
In the morning I walk the path. 
Lai’-dam liil’-luh we’-we nai. 
I cry [to] the morning stars. 
OAN-KOI'-TU-PEH’S SONG. 
Yu-dik-no’ hel-ai-no’, na/-kum yo’-wo, ha’-le ni, 
I go to the north. I will win all, I begin [to gamble]. 
