Young GordyChapter 3
The morning passed relatively uneventfully. As it neared noon, the clapsticks began a beat. Different from yesterday's but I couldn't describe the difference. Just before noon the biggest, lowest of the didgeridoos began to sound. People began to crowd, leaving a large space. The nungungi stepped into the space. It became very quiet. "There are those from several tribes here. "In the past, some of these tribes attacked other tribes. In the past, tribes stole maidens from other...