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asking for medicine; boys bring in stones |
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Little is happening in Punkhung in the morning. Now and then the young people are beating a drum but then turn towards their preparations. A large number of people looking for cures occupy my camp and beg for medicines. In the meantime some boys go out from each morung and bring back a stone each from the jungle. Soon after midday these stones, none of which is big, are brought to the place where the stones of former years are standing, in a solemn procession with dancing and singing |
