National Geographic : 1929 Sep
INTO PRIMEVAL PAPUA BY SEAPLANE Photograph by Dr. E. W. Brandes WUSSI RIVER MEN COLLECT CANE FOR THE EXPEDITION Because these natives were in contact with German traders and officials when, in pre-war days, Germany controlled North East New Guinea, they speak a few words of German. They call small coins "marks." This man, Jarep by name, had been over the line in Dutch New Guinea and had associated for years with a band of Malay bird-of-paradise hunters. Peck is quite proficient in Malay; so we gave up grunts and signs for a basis of real under standing. With what delight the other Negritos welcomed this opportunity to get a tangi ble explanation of our presence there and to exchange ideas! We learned the native names of villages, rivers, and individuals; of their constant dread of the bad men below, and the reasons for their peculiar styles of architecture, together with much of historical interest. Jarep said that when our "great hawk" appeared over his village all the people immediately concluded that their last hour had arrived and they would soon be eaten. They pitched themselves violently on the ground and buried their faces in the earth. It was only after they had recovered that we saw them paddling across the river for dear life, with pigs and women aboard. We talked until about 10:30, and learned that another village, which we had sighted from the air, was within walking distance. So, with the promise of an escort to con duct us to it on the morrow, we turned in with a feeling of complete security in the land of our new friends. The natives re paired to the trees, from which we heard, during our periods of wakefulness, the sound of drums and eager, excited voices until the sun rose. TREE VILLAGE IS PROTECTED BY HURDLES Champion and I started through the jungle next morning, leaving Peck to guard the seaplane. We followed a well marked trail and were accompanied by 15 or 20 of the little men, who rushed ahead to break down branches, bend saplings aside, and clear the path, for we were so much larger than the people who cus tomarily used it. They kept up a chat ter and smilingly beckoned us on when they stopped to bend down a sapling. Photographs by Dr. E. W. Brandes BRAVE MISSIONARIES IAVE PUSHED THEIR PERILOUS PATH INTO DARK NEW GUINEA It was here, at Marienberg Mission, 60 miles up the Sepik River, that the Expedition met the steamer Franklyn. Father F. J. Kirschbaum, who founded this mission, accompanied the author and Aviator Peck to the foothills of Victor Emanuel Range.