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Chapter One. The Naga Hills |
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first encounter with Angami Nagas |
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(5) A group of road-workers appeared in front of us. They were Angami Nagas -- the first Nagas I was to see. Their dress was unmistakable. Black loin-cloths embroidered with cowrie shells scantily covered the brown bodies, their legs were encased in cane-rings, and hardly a man lacked a necklace of multicoloured stone beads. Bundles of white and black cotton-wool were stuffed into their pierced ears. My first impression of the people among whom I would have to spend the next year was definitely pleasant. |
