They seem to be chewing on some kind of a long weed which looks similar to a stalk of celery. This they had brought with them and during the many hours they have been staying around with us, this seems to be all they have had to eat. While this has been going on, we have been examining some of their arrows to see what they are made of. They are about four inches in length, not much bigger than the old time match stick, and are made of a twig with a feather-like leaf that acts like a balance. On one end of each of these twigs a little volcanic rock or lava stone is stuck in; something like the arrows on Earth are made. As for the instruments which we previously were unable to recognize, they are similar to an air gun. It is with these that the arrows are thrown. The person blows through the gun and an arrow is shot forth at the target. When an arrow blown through one of these instruments hits a fowl, it has a tendency to bring on a mild state of paralysis that will wear off in fifteen minutes, but they cannot kill it, as they show us by hitting a bird flying overhead. And they certainly are experts at this kind of shooting. It hasn't been very long since we got through examining these weapons, and the natives are all still sitting around chatting among themselves, when we look up and see the white tribe from up the valley coming towards us. Our fisherman friend is leading them. There are about three hundred in all, young and old, men, women and children. As soon as the dark tribesmen saw these white tribespeople coming towards us, they rose to their feet to greet these newly arrived brothers, leaving their weapons on the ground. Once the white tribe got close enough, the fisherman greeted us through signs, while to the dark natives he spoke in language. The reaction is very joyous. Then a man clad in beautiful raiment stepped out of the group. As he does, a very respectful silence falls over all gathered here. He speaks to the entire gathering for a couple of minutes. We don't understand his words but he must be saying something wonderful about us for both groups are beginning to cheer us. Now the cheering is over and we are taking the white folks to show them our ship and all about it. These people, too, are very observant of every detail and like the men of the dark tribe, are careful not to touch anything with their hands. The chieftain of the white folks, the one who had made the speech, is now sitting down in the pilot's seat to see how it feels. His reaction is one of great joy. Seeing this, we decide it would be a good idea to take the ship up and with us as passengers, this leader of the whites, the fisherman, and a few others including the leader of the dark people.