This story is about a missionary family who travel to a far away jungle tribe and become embedded in their ritual called Nite Of The Pigs.
But several older tribal women now were in her tent offering her and her daughtersa drink from a homemade looking bowl that looked to be cut out from some huge goard butwas certainly decorated with many handcarved figures on it indicating it was some sort ofa ritualistic drinking vessel.
As the tribal women had shown to her and the girls to drink thestrange looking liquid contained in the ritual bowl as they then used a cup made from some other strange jungle fruit or guard and offered it to Ellen who not being one to want to sayno and be unfriendly in any sort of way,so she took a sip and after shaking her head to adjustto the strange and seemingly potent sourness flavor as the tribal women gave her a nod to drinkit all so she consumed the cup of liquid that seemingly had her taste glands in an uproar like thiswas drinking a cup of pickle juice in a way but had a strange sort of calming fruity flavor, whilethe tribal woman then went to her daughters and they all drank this potion as well and soon acalming, sort of feeling came over them all, as the tribal women jestured to them to sit down andthey all sat around trying to do the best they could to relate to each other mostly using hand jesturesand such.
As Louis sat himself down to figure out some sort of sermon to bedelivered to these indiginous tribal people,that truly had no aspect of any god orgods outside their own tribal beliefs and customs,as he headed little of the 3 womendressing and chatting to each other about what to wear in this god forsaken placethey were exposed to.
But outside that tent the men tribal elders were themselves having a meeting of theirown and this was in fact to discuss the tribal tradition of the "nite of the pigs" thatthey had for generations upon generations held every year to give to and hopefullyapease the gods so they could have good hunting for the following year.
Many of us will remember how fearsome Miss Hissey could be but we all benefited from her disciplined and well organised classes. One (of many) lessons I will never forget happened when the Lady Chatterly trial was in the news giving me the impression that D. The fact that she continued to teach on what continued to be a working class estate is testament to her commitment to education as an agent of enlightenment and change. We had a long chat during which I was amazed to learn the following: she had been brought up in poverty in the north of England in the Depression - going to college was no easy ride.
H Lawrence was some kind of demented sex maniac - one afternoon during that trial Miss Hissey read us a very moving short story by D. It was then that I understood the depth of her commitment to comprehensive education and her rationale for teaching the likes of us from a council housing estate.
It was like a volcano inside her little belly building pressure and heat beyond anything she'd ever experienced in her life.
The middle of them was beside herself as well feeling exactly what her sister, and Mom were feeling as all seemed to look at each other full of absolute unadulterateddesire to have something put out the burning,mysteriously bubbling lust overcomingthem all now.
The femaleswere surely ready to clean up and did so leaving Louis to haul water several timesfor all this.
All three women had finished their baths and retired to their tent to finish theirhair and dress as comfortable as they could being in the surroundings they wereexposed to now.
I can honestly say that being taught English by Miss Hissey continues to be one of the enduring highlights of my time at Lawrence Weston Comprehensive School.