With wreaths of green leaves on their heads, friends sat round the body wailing the long-drawn cry, _Aue! Aue!_ or listening to some funeral chant recited in his praise.

Women cut themselves with sharp sea-shells or flakes of volcanic glass till the blood ran down.
The corpse sat in state adorned with flowers and red ochre and clad in the finest of mantles.

Albatross feathers were in the warrior's hair, his weapons were laid beside him.

The onlookers joined in the lamenting, and shed actual tears--a feat any well-bred Maori could perform at will.

Probably a huge banquet took place; then it was held to be a truly great _tangi_.