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Chapter Eleven. Sacred Chiefs |
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death rhythms on drum and deference to Ang |
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I noticed that the Oting men, busily hurrying to and fro, bringing wood for the fires, crouched when they passed the drum-playing (98) Ang. Even though he was quite a young boy, the respect for the sacred Ang blood forced them to this submissive attitude. After a time, when the players, their sweat-covered backs glistening in the light of the fire, put down their drum-sticks, the young Ang played the death rhythm alone for several minutes, thus once more announcing the death of the morung Ang. |
