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228 SONG AND MUSIC<br />

round <strong>the</strong> sick man, and chant a pengap, invoking Salam-<br />

pandai, <strong>the</strong> Great Spirit-Doctor, to come to <strong>the</strong>ir aid, and<br />

make <strong>the</strong>ir charms efficacious in bringing about <strong>the</strong> cure<br />

<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sick man.<br />

Some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Dyak pengap are <strong>of</strong> great length,<br />

and <strong>the</strong><br />

singing <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m occupies <strong>the</strong> whole night. The singer<br />

or singers begin soon after 8 p.m., and go on till early<br />

dawn, only resting for about half an hour, two or three<br />

times during <strong>the</strong> whole night.<br />

The song <strong>of</strong> mourning is <strong>among</strong> some tribes sung by<br />

a pr<strong>of</strong>essional wailer, generally a woman, who is paid to<br />

lament <strong>the</strong> lost, and by her presence<br />

and incantation to<br />

assist and guide <strong>the</strong> soul in its journe}^ to Hades (Sabayan).<br />

Her song is begun on <strong>the</strong> evening <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> death, and lasts<br />

<strong>the</strong> whole night. The sum <strong>of</strong> it is this :—She blames<br />

<strong>the</strong> different parts <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> house for allowing <strong>the</strong> soul to<br />

depart, and she calls upon bird, beast, and fish to go to<br />

Hades with a message, but in vain, for <strong>the</strong>y are unable<br />

to undertake <strong>the</strong> journey. Then in despair she calls upon<br />

<strong>the</strong> Spirit <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Winds to go. At first <strong>the</strong> spirit is<br />

reluctant, but at <strong>the</strong> earnest request <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wailer, who<br />

calls his wife to her aid, he at length consents to do her<br />

bidding. His journey through forests and plains, hills<br />

and valleys, across rivers and <strong>the</strong> sea, is minutely de-<br />

scribed till night comes on, and, tired and hungry, he<br />

stops to rest for <strong>the</strong> night. He climbs a high tree to<br />

see which is <strong>the</strong> proper road—on all sides <strong>the</strong>re are roads :<br />

<strong>the</strong> ways <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> dead are very numerous— but all is dim,<br />

misty, and uncertain. In his perplexity, he changes his<br />

human form, and metamorphoses himself into a rushing<br />

wind. He soon makes his presence in Hades known by<br />

a furious tempest, which sweeps all before it, and rouses<br />

<strong>the</strong> sleeping inhabitants. Startled, <strong>the</strong>y ask each o<strong>the</strong>r

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