Shakespeare in the Bush (1966)

I eventually settled on the hillock of a very knowledgeable old man, the head of a homestead of some hundred and forty people, all of whom were either his close relatives or their wives and children. As the swamps rose, the old men found it too difficult to walk from one homestead to the next, and the ceremonies gradually ceased. Early every morning, in the hope of having some serious talk before the beer party, I used to call on the old man at his reception hut—a circle of posts supporting a thatched roof above a low mud wall to keep out wind and rain.

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