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tying bamboos on baskets and head-receiving shouts |
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As soon as we have left the village behind the boys fetch themselves young, still yellow, unfurled leaves from the palm trees which can easily be spliced into strips. They sat down in groups and tied these long strips to their baskets letting them hang down in thick bundles and sweeping the ground behind the younger boys. Now already as they run down the path to the Dikhu they burst out into the shrill high shouts which sometime remind one almost of a yodel and which are firmly part of the ritual of bringing in a head. |
