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THE ROTE-SONG OF THE HOPI 21
start in similar smaller movements gives No. 4 the terraced rise of the cliffs among which the Hopi live.
These wild flowers of fancy, the wanton yield of a naive delight in the vocal production of interval, will not long survive the spread of European music throughout the Americas. Even the singers themselves will accept instrumental substitutes from which they delicately and intricately differ. It is a satisfaction to reflect that the memory of a few will be approximately preserved in the pages of this hortus siccus. Under the microscope they exchange the aspect of transplanted weeds for that of a native flora. Doubtless songs like these once lent solemnity to Aztec rites and graced the state of Inca kings.