National Geographic : 1979 Jan
(Continuedfrom page 63) land over to huge private enterprises that would cut the valuable timber, burn what vegetation was of no value to them, and turn the denuded land into farms and ranches. Already the new owners were streaming in over recently cut roads, bringing truckloads of humped zebu cattle and machinery for saw mills and power plants. Airplanes for sow ing range-grass seed were landing on hastily built airstrips. Wasusus Turn to Author for Help Unfortunately for the Wasusus, part of whose subsistence comes from crops they grow in jungle clearings, the soil of the sa vanna is poor, game is scarce and becoming ever scarcer as civilizados move in with their efficient firearms, and winter is colder there than in the forest. True, there are fewer insect pests, but the jungle Indians, used to bites and stings, do not greatly mind bugs. In a desperate search for friends-any friends-who might help them end their ex ile on the savanna, the Wasusus turned to Borbula, or "man with the great moon face," which is the name by which I am known to many of Amazonia's tribes. "If you will help us," said Barbara, a young Wasusu woman of keen intelligence, "I will show you secret things we would nev er show to any other civilizado. These things will prove to the big people of the govern ment that our land in the jungle has be longed to the Indians since long before any civilizados came-and that it is our home now. If the big people know this, then they will let us move back."