[excerpt] DURING the now almost legendary slump of the early 1920's, for two cold-weather seasons I found myself out of a job as a Tea Planter in Assam where I had returned after War service in the Indian Army. So my wife and I decided to 'take to the hills'. We would get to know the tribes people and study their hand-spinning and weaving, vegetable dyes, poisons, methods of slash-and-burn cultivation and so on. This fitted in well with my wife's hobby of hand-loom weaving, learned from followers of William Morris Luther Hooper and others after World War I, as well as my interest in Archaeology and Anthropology. During the cold weather of 1921-2, we lived among the Mikirs, the most unwarlikee of all tribes either Nort h or South of the Brahmaputra . And from them we heard much of their traditional foes, the Angami Nagas, erstwhile Head-hunters of the Barail Range that lay to the South. One day a couple of Angamis who had managed to slip past the Police Post with their spears suddenly appeared in the village much to the consternation of the Mikirs. But they were on a peaceful trading expedition. ....