“Tuan!” the boy called. “Tuan Botemon!”
Tom Bozeman came out of his little pole-and-bark house to see the bright-eyed boy. Tom had lived here among this Dani tribe a few months, and had learned enough words to begin teaching the people a little bit.
“Greetings!” he said, snapping his fingers with the boy’s. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Hilitu,” the boy said. “I saw you at the cannibal feast yesterday.”
I’m posting one chapter at a time of this children’s book of true stories. Each chapter will be up for about a week and then will come down. Read along with me to get a taste of what the book will be like when it’s published!