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Every day brings its fresh excitements. Today the villagers of Chingmei, a Chang village bordering on the Kalyo Kengyu country, came in to dance. From early in the morning a great crowd was squatting on the flat open space below the camp - villagers who had come in to pay their respects. As we approached they formed a long line with their salaami chickens and daos at their feet. Some of them had never been in to meet a government officer before. Each year more and more villages are gradually brought within government control and influence. They were a wild lot, unkempt and unwashed with matted hair knotted on the nape of the neck. There were Changs with great 'ostrich plume' and tiger tattoos on their chests, Konyaks with feathered hats and tresses of women's hair in their ears, Phoms with tufted helmets and Kalyo Kengyus with crimson spears. |
