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Chapter Twenty-two. Love and Poetry |
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breaking the barrier with Konyaks; fieldwork |
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This was exactly what happened in Wakching. The gaonbura were only too pleased to tell me of their customs -- all rather better than in other villages -- the glorious history of Wakching, and the exploits of her warriors in former days, the system of alliances by which even today they receive substantial tributes from smaller villages, and above all their agricultural work, a subject of always engrossing interest. But several months passed, before the one or other man began to speak of the things that lay nearest his heart. But now I have brought the Pangsha heads the ice is broken, and I feel that I am gradually getting to know the Konyaks. |
