THE DANCE OF DEATH 
A Merry Ghost Story 
“Zig-et-zig'et'zig, la Mort en cadence, 
Frappant un tombe avec son talon; 
La Mort, a Minuit, joue un air de danse, 
Zig-et'Zig-et'Zig, sur son violon.” 
t is midnight. Twelve solemn strokes 
from the old bell tower that keeps watch 
over the churchyard at its feet proclaim 
this fact and give signal for a strange 
scene. Death with his violin tucked snugly 
beneath his bony chin, beats time with his heel 
on a mossy tombstone, “zig'a'zig'a'Zig”, and plays 
a merry dance tune. One by one the skeletons 
rise from their resting places and join the dance. 
Woven in the mazes of the waltz one hears the 
melancholy sighing of the night wind, the 
branches of the lindens rubbing against one 
another, and the rattle and scuffle of bony feet 
over the lichened stones. Suddenly the cock 
crows and sends the jocular, gruesome crew 
scurrying back to their graves, while Death, still 
fiddling, vanishes over the nearest hill. 
Saint'Saens’ “Dance of Death” is one of the 
stories in the Estey Musical Library, made avail' 
able in all its picturesque imagery by the Estey 
Residence Pipe Organ. In the arrangement for 
the Estey Organ the weird suggestion of this 
symphonic poem is given a power and interest 
that make it an unusual evening’s entertainment 
for a group of friends sitting late around the big 
fire, telling ghost stories. 
Just let the Estey Organ tell this old tale by 
Saint'Saens, and you will get some intimation of 
the never failing delight, wonder, thrill that 
organ music always yields, of the vast resource 
found in a well selected library of orchestral 
music. 
The Estey Organ Company, Brattleboro, Vermont; 
Studios in New York, II West 49th Street; Philadelphia, 1701 
Walnut Street; Chicago, Lyon 6? Healy; Boston, 120 Boylston 
Street; Los Angeles, 633 South Hill Street; London, 12 Rathbone 
Place, Oxford Street. 
