typescript 'Journey to Nagaland', by Mildred Archer. An account of six months spent in the Naga Hills in 1947 | |
caption: | visit to Litsimi |
caption: | Sema songs |
medium: | diaries |
ethnicgroup: | Sema |
location: | Litsimi |
date: | 21.11.1947 |
text: | After dark some of the villagers came to sing their old Sema songs. A fire was lit and we all crouched round it. Six men sat in two groups with their arms round each other's shoulders singing in two parts one against the other. While they sang they sat quite immobile, their sensitive faces gaunt in the glow of the fire and still like masks. Their heavy-lidded eyes were almost shut, only their lips moved. The plaintive melody with a vibrating bass like some stringed accompaniment rose and fell in the silent night. No one stirred, even the small children crouched against their parents. There was no movement save for the flickering fire and the clouds scudding across a watery moon. The songs were plaintive as the music- |
text: |
A boy is coming to take me from my village But I do not want to leave my friends My parents are willing to accept his word And send me to a distant land I cannot disobey them Leaving my village and my friends I must go to that far land. |
text: | Towards the end of the singing I noticed that the men behind me were shuffling about and examining the ground with (155) glowing embers. Then an interpreter ran to our hut and brought our lamp. He shone it on the ground and we saw a snake drowsily moving to and fro in the very place where the men had been sitting. It seems odd that in such an open place and on such a cold night, a snake should be stirring. |
refnext: | Next |
refprev: | Previous |