Head-hunting festivities seem to be most elaborate. The victors are received with shouts of joy as they march into the home village.
The heads of the victims are cut into pieces and distributed among the party. Of course the man who really chopped off the head gets the skull and hangs it over his door with the skulls of carabaos and pigs killed for feasts. A canao is held, a dancing and drinking festival, and some of these events are very wild affairs.
a Oh! they dona t bother white men,a my bonfire host told me.
a Theya re after other savages to even up old scores. The one family disgrace is to have a kinsman lose his head. It shows that the other fellow was more skillful with the ax. If a chap is so unfortunate as to lose his head, therea s no burial feast for him. He cana t sit in state under the house, looking on at his own funeral. They just stick him in the ground in some lonely spot and the less said about him the better.a
Up to a few years ago, each wild tribe of northern Luzon kept within its own territory unless on a head-hunting raid. A mountain or a river marked the spot where an invisible danger sign was posted. The Ifugao hated the Kalinga and Bontoc Igorot on the north, the timid Benguet on the west, and even made murderous expeditions down to the lowlands to the east and south where Christian Filipinos live. One day I met forty Ifugaos marching up the hillside, spear in hand, in the land of the enemy. It looked for all the world as though they were up to their old tricks, and I turned around to see how my Bontoc baggage boys took it. They did not seem at all concerned and I