Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1893-07-13

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. not recognize it as their tribs
; blood.
j They eat an enemy, or white, Q
j Chinaman. ALI the South Sc
islanders prefer Cinnamon. I dom
know why, unless it is that the,
do not eat salt in their food, an,
their opium eating makes th
flesh tender and soothing. Blu
they love it."
GLOW do they cook?"
Different ways. All Sue wa,
cooked by digging hole hi
length, building a fire in it and
burning it down until the over
was baked and hot. He was then
put in the place and covered up
until done, then uncovered and
brought out. In the same way they
cure fever. The excavation is al
lowed to cool to a certain warmth.
The patient is put in and covered
up, leaving his head out above the
ground. He sweats the devilSout
of him, as they call it. In Fiji, q
popular way of cooking is to strap
the human carcass to pole-hands
and feet outstretched--and turn
it over as it bakes. CanIibalism
only exists in the out islands of
the Fiji group.now.
"You say you have seen other
Cannibal feasts?"
z"Yes. Many of. them. / once
saw brutal mother help to ather
OWL child-an illegitimate one.
There Is only one Australian
tribe 1 know Of that is guilty
of such low abnormal taste. This
was two or three years ago. I
stumbled in on these people while
on my reckless journey into the
Pituri country. I had been trav-
elling, earlier i'll the journey, with
a raiding squad of police and
black.trackers who were tracing
the retreat of a tribe that had
made an excursion into the SETTLE
ments, and speared alot of cattle
and some whites. While on that
expedition, and in a battle with
the natives, [ was run through with
a spear, which I broke and pulled
out from the back. It was about
ten feet long and passed right
in this combat .thatI performed
the accidentally extraordinary feat
of fencing down the fine sharp
shooting boomerang now in sifey
Museum, Newberry College, South
Carolina. I got one; the other
got me-tle spear did. walked
over 1000 miles on this expedition.
Subsequently, after my recovery,
while tramping further back, I
wandered into large village of
Warleys and was we'll received.
The old king at once knew my
face. These people never forget a
face. Twas welcomed. I had been
so long in the country of branches
of this tribe, or nation, that I
could speak the language quite
well. So I was doubly welcomed.
you lguama?' he asked me. Me
Iguo'so,' 1 replied, for member.
ship of the tribe meant protection,
and I was glad to avail myself of
the opportunity of being natural
lied in go simple.a manner. On
seeing my boomerang, which l
carried and could throw quite
we'll, he shook with that dull
coarse delight characteristic of a
morbid nature. The boomerang
was his, and had astonished him
and won his admiration by cap
turing it. He gave it to me. That
is he didn't take it from me. After
showing me his royal mark on the
end of the boomerang he called up
his warriors and introduced me in
one of the most fattering stretches
of the imagination that ever struck
the ear: This he said, lis the
great White Chief (Nana Wallaby)
of the great White Spirit. Spears
dance in front of him, and go
round him, but they will not touch
him. (That was a pretty good lie,
as 1 nearly died from the one that
crashed through me). Bomerangs
lose wings. play around, and die