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"Drums were beating, horns blowing, and people were 
seen all running in one direction;—the cause was a funeral dance, and I 
joined the crowd, and soon found myself in the midst of the 
entertainment. The dancers were most grotesquely got
 up. About a dozen huge ostrich feathers adorned their helmets; either 
leopard or the black and white monkey skins were suspended from their 
shoulders, and a leather tied round the waist covered a large iron bell 
which was strapped upon the loins of each dancer,
 like a woman's old-fashioned bustle: this they rung to the time of the 
dance by jerking their posteriors in the most absurd manner. 
A large 
crowd got up in this style created an indescribable hubbub, heightened 
by the blowing of horns and the beating of seven
 nogaras of various notes. Every dancer wore an antelope's horn 
suspended round the neck, which he blew occasionally in the height of 
his excitement. These instruments produced a sound partaking of the 
braying of a donkey and the screech of an owl. Crowds of
 men rushed round and round in a sort of "galop infernel," brandishing 
their lances and iron-headed maces, and keeping tolerably in line five 
or six deep, following the leader who headed them, dancing backwards. 
The women kept outside the line, dancing a slow
 stupid step, and screaming a wild and most inharmonious chant; while a 
long string of young girls and small children, their heads and necks 
rubbed with red ochre and grease, and prettily ornamented with strings 
of beads around their loins, kept a very good
 line, beating the time with their feet, and jingling the numerous iron 
rings which adorned their ankles to keep time with the drums. One woman 
attended upon the men, running through the crowd with a gourd full of 
wood-ashes, handfuls of which she showered
 over their heads, powdering them like millers; the object of the 
operation I could not understand. 
The "premiere danseuse" was immensely 
fat; she had passed the bloom of youth, but, "malgre" her unwieldy 
state, she kept up the pace to the last, quite unconscious
 of her general appearance, and absorbed with the excitement of the 
dance.
These festivities were to be continued in honour of
 the dead; and as many friends had recently been killed, music and 
dancing would be in fashion for some weeks."
From 
The Albert N'Yanza, Great Basin of the Nile by Sir Samuel White Baker (paragraph breaks added). More images after the fold.