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Chapter Eleven. Sacred Chiefs |
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close ties between Angs of various villages; Ang of Mon |
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It is a remarkably close tie that unites the Ang families of the Konyaks even across the frontiers of their own villages, and one which was concretely demonstrated to me while I was still in Oting. One evening, I sat with Chingai and the old men before one of the morung. As it was growing dark, the sun had set behind the dark violet mountains, and the high palms and the broad, massive banana leaves stood outlined against a sky flooded with orange, when suddenly a band of richly decorated warriors emerged out of the dusk. They were an embassy from the great Ang of Mon, the overlord of Oting, and they came to pay his respects to the recently deceased Ang of the Dingdon morung. The leader was a very young boy of the great Ang class, with a magnificent head-dress of hornbill feathers, and all the other warriors were rather young and apparently deeply convinced of the importance of their mission. |
