ABSTRACT
The day following our harrowing flight, Ned and I returned safely to Taute. The storm we had flown through and two others that occurred earlier while we were in Wewak had badly damaged the thatch roofs of both our house and my office. But the rains and high winds had brought an even more severe misfortune to the village. Several villagers were sick with an unidentified illness—an American might have called it flu—that was blown into the village, Kumoi said, by the great winds.
