Chapter 12…Savage Death
The people.
They didn’t say anything, but only stood there looking at us. They were small and primitive and deep brown and some of them were dressed. But some weren’t. There were about two dozen of them.
They were armed with crude spears and clubs, showing that they’d learned how to pound and stab.
But it seemed that some of them didn’t care for those methods, because there were a few who carried only tree branches thick with fresh leaves. Maybe their job, I thought, was to keep the mosquitoes off the ones who did not yet believe in clothing.
They were neither hostile nor friendly. They were nothing. They only stood and looked.
We stood and looked also on the theory, I suppose, that we were the guests and it was up to the hosts to make some gesture.
But they
