ing Janet told us that while we were away another six of these men 
had been tearing around our house, while she remained inside with 
our two dogs. We let the people know that we were quite annoyed 
at this and determined in ourselves that we would investigate this 
matter some more. It was that night as our guest was preparing to 
depart that we heard the yells of one of these men coming down a 
nearby mountain track. The path on which he was coming led right 
by our house, and so by the light of the moon we waited for him — 
he was covered in a white mud and looked real ghostly. Normally 
Rex, our dog, won’t attack a person, but now he and the other dog 
realized that something was very wrong, and down the path they 
went. The yell that this fellow let out when he saw the dogs coming 
was tremendous, he lifted his spear high in the air and then tried to 
bring it clown on Rex, but missed. He then began to make his way 
back along the path with the dogs driving him. He went up on the 
gardens and then after about ten minutes of yelling and groaning 
with dogs harrassing him, though not biting, he collapsed out of sheer 
exhaustion. We went up to him and knelt over him and tried to talk 
to him. He kept up his groaning and snorting and twisting and turn- 
ing. We.l, was he serious? Yes, we believe that he was. Well, what 
had caused it? We decided that it was a mixture of three things. 
First, he desired to have attention paid him; secondly, the mush- 
rooms giving a reasonable excuse to cause a scene, he then worked 
himself up into a passive state and gave himself over to the devil, 
and in this state he went racing off around the country terrifying 
everybocy. Soas we waited beside him there we challenged the evil 
spirit in «he name of the Lord Jesus Christ. Gradually his eyes began 
to clear, and though he kept upa form of groaning, most of the vehe- 
mence had gone out of him. We soon had him on his feet and led 
him back to our house where quite a large group had gathered. They 
told this chap off and then we let him go, and he went quietly off 
down the mountain. He wasn’t one of the men from our clan, but 
had run for miles across the mountains... . 
At the beginning of April 1968, Frank Porter and 
Harry Lake, two public officials, were seated at a patrol 
table in Minj. A crowd of natives were opposite, facing 
them. Suddenly arrows struck the table top in front of 
them. The crowd took to their heels. The two officials 
ran for their lives, in opposite directions, one of them 
seizing a bicycle that a bewildered native was riding, to 
hasten his get-away. They swear that the native assail- 
ant meant business. 
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