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boys adorning themselves, cutting hair etc |
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Only today it feels as though it actually is a feast day. The boys sit in the morungs and on the platforms adorning themselves. One cuts another's hair, another one paints green designs on his wide bark belt using the crushed leaves of the indigo plant and a third tries out, with the help of a tiny mirror, which ear ornament might look best on him. Green leaves are fastened to all door posts and to the skulls of sacrificed or hunted animals, and at Yongang's we arrive just in time to see how the clan elder throws rice at these leaves which had been mixed with some blood of an animal slaughtered yesterday. |
