As the sun was setting over our Kami Mission Station in the Highlands of New Guinea, I noticed the shadowy figures of some twenty men advancing up the hill towards me. They were armed with bows and arrows, and most of them were wearing feathered headdresses.
When they were just a few feet from me, this party of warriors opened up and a stocky man stepped forward and stood gazing at me. He was speaking to me, but I had no idea what he was saying. As he glanced back over his shoulder, a young man stepped up beside him. Standing there tall and straight, he looked me right in the eyes and identified the group as Gimi men.
“Our leader wants to know, ‘Yu inap salim sampela man long helpim ol manmeri bilong mi?’” (Will you send someone to help my people?)
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