I WAS A HEAD-HUNTER by Lewis V. Cummings
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Here's one that will tip the enthusiastic armchair explorer over backwards, for this enthusiastic account ""tells all ""about a solitary white man and his life in South American jungles, as member of a headhunting tribe. There was first a dangerous trip that nearly killed him, then hospitality from a tribe adopted by another white man, the author joining in every activity, from fishing and hunting to getting married, not to one but three wives from a neighboring tribe. Full ceremony of becoming a warrior, then a husband. A head-hunting expedition, primitive surgery, watching cold-blooded murder, an enemy tribe and war, expulsion from the adopted home -- and back to civilization. It reads like fiction, but a preface by Herald McCracken of The Explorers' Club should give it a tone of authority. I should think men would love it for it's full of the day by day life, the small activities, the big events, together with a vivid feeling of the Indians as people, rather than part of stage setting. Add to your good adventure shelf.

Pub Date: March 8th, 1941
Publisher: Houghton, Mifflin