H. De Vere Stacpoole,
The Seeds of Dissension
(1927)
“ Dad didn't know fear, and at Papua, where he took Fergus ashore exploring, he didn't mind the head hunters, and Fergus told me once when we were talking of old days that they struck a wigwam there where heads were hanging to dry and the heads weren't bigger than a tangerine orange. They have some dodge for shrinking a head that no one knows or ever will know, and they have poisons that'll kill if you smell them, let alone taste them, and witch doctors that'll raise evil spirits, which seems like bringing coals to Newcastle, seeing the sort of chaps they are in those parts. ”
