We had dinner the other night with Phil and Beth Claussen, and their son
Jonathan. Remember him from my blog in August of 2008? Click on that link to see what he wants to do with his life! Anyhow, he spent 2 months last year traipsing across the mountains of northern Papua New Guinea. Took 20 Power Bars with him for food. That's it. And a bunch of small pocket knives to use for trading. He traded for food, for a dug-out canoe and I suppose that is how he collected these different types of spears...... a man spear, an alligator spear, pig spear, bird spear and who knows what else. And yes, you can assume that a 'man spear' is for killing humans. Yes indeedy. Below is a closer look at the heads of the spears:
Notice that awful-looking barbed head. I think that one was for pigs.
Wicked!!!! The long, thin flat one is the man spear, to slide between the ribs. Oh my. A couple of those have troughs dug out on the tips, which carry poison in them. The target dies a slower death, waiting for the poison to do its job. All very fascinating!
But the stories he has to tell of his trek! I wish you
all could hear him talk! Absolutely amazing! He is a linguist, so since he was doing this trip(just for fun), he decided to do what is called a 'rapid survey'. At each tribe he came upon (about 60 in all), he used this survey to record the language. He spoke pigeon-Tok Pisin (or something like that), a creole language that is the language that is most widely spoken through-out the more civilized Papua New Guinea. There was often one member of the tribe that spoke it also, so that they could trade with other tribes. That made it a bit easier to communicate in those tribes. However, he visited about 30 tribes that had never seen a white man, and had nobody who could communicate in tongue with him, but he was successful in all! He gave all of his information to some New Tribe missionaries that he ran into on his way out. What a wealth of knowledge for them to be able to determine which tribes have unknown and unrecorded languages! But his experiences are amazing.... can't hardly begin to tell, and we only heard a small fraction of them! The different greeting for each tribe that he had to follow........ kissing on lips, touching the inner thigh, and even the grasping of the testicles! Yikes! Learning to hunt with the different spears.....how to run with the spears, how to use them, how to dislodge them from the prey. How to eat
each and
every part of the kill........ brains, private parts (the alligator had the biggest and most-difficult-to-eat private organ)...... the incredible alligator hunts from their long, skinny canoes (not wide enough to fit more than one foot in; one stands on it and paddles with a long paddle, all the while balancing)...... learning how to eating big, taut, plump, juicy grubs so that the PSI doesn't force them to fly out of the mouth with a terrible force....... going hungry for days while looking for the next tribe....... constantly cold........often sick......intestinal parasites that he drank iodine for to kill........ crashing his dug-out canoe on a 500 mile trip down the huge Sepik River, getting caught under a log jam, but managing to get himself out from under it, get his canoe out from under it and get down river to reach it, and finally get to shore, exhausted and I am pretty sure at this point he was wondering if he would make it to the end of his travels alive. He started out at 150# and ended up at 120#. Apparently looked pretty emaciated, but he said his body had adjusted and he was doing okay. The protein in the grubs made him feel the strongest, so he learned to desire those nasty buggers! One tribal chief thought he was Jesus because a photo of a blue-eyed Jesus had been traded from tribe to tribe until it had reached their tribe! Usually he was first greeted by the tribal chief and the elders as he entered each tribe, but at one he entered at a point where some women were out working the gardens. When they saw him, one woman shrieked something and the others all started shouting with her. They proceeded to slap him with banana leaves in a celebratory manner. He had
no idea what was happening, until later he learned that the woman thought he was her son returning from the dead because he was so pale!!!
Long enough. Best stop here. But if any of you close by Monroe want to laugh and be amazed, have Jonathan over for dinner some time! He is here for a bit. He plans to go out with Pioneer Missions, working with some of these isolated tribes, learning and recording the full language, as soon as he gets enough financial support. If anyone can do it, it is a Claussen!!! His brother
Andrew will maybe then follow him and plant a church! Amazing young men!