Across the Andes . Prisoners Along the Trail up from La Paz OUT OF LA PAZ BY PACK TRAIN 107 festival that still lingers in their dulled historyand has prudently merged itself with thepiously ordained occasions. The orgy of thenight is past, yet from here and there come thefeeble tootings of a drunken flute, an instrumentthat every Aymara seems to be able to play as abirthright, whose mournful and monotonousstrains drift through the thin air from some lessstupefied celebrant. The Aymara love of their primitive music isvery strong; it is universal among them and,while their primitive flute, pand
Across the Andes . Prisoners Along the Trail up from La Paz OUT OF LA PAZ BY PACK TRAIN 107 festival that still lingers in their dulled historyand has prudently merged itself with thepiously ordained occasions. The orgy of thenight is past, yet from here and there come thefeeble tootings of a drunken flute, an instrumentthat every Aymara seems to be able to play as abirthright, whose mournful and monotonousstrains drift through the thin air from some lessstupefied celebrant. The Aymara love of their primitive music isvery strong; it is universal among them and,while their primitive flute, pandean pipe andcrude drum interpret the joy ordinarily, yetthey take cheerfully to any new form of musicalinstrument, and in some miraculous way learn,in time, to produce the same series of ragged,droning sounds. The accordion, concertina andmouth organ are much beloved and once I evenheard a self-taught Aymara band of brass horns,cornet, tenor horn, bass, and a slide and keytrombone, playing the Aymara airs with thei
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