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Chapter Twenty-one. Head-Hunting Rites |
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crossing the Dikhu river on bad bridge |
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The hanging bridge has fallen into bad repair since last I was here, and my porters cross over with some anxiety, and carefuI (167) not to over-burden the frayed cane, leave great distances between each other. But the newly fledged head-hunters find this too slow and too boring; they rush into the river and wade through the water, sqatting on the other side while they strengthen themselves with a little boiled rice before the long climb. |
