north of australia out in the ocean； but i ain'；t sure where we is。〃 couple of seconts later a voice e back say； 〃if you ain'；t sure where you is； why don'；t you look out the winder； you dumb broad？〃 so major fritch put the radio down an go look out the winder an she say； 〃jesus— this look like borneo or someplace；〃 but when she try to tell that to groun control； the radio done gone dead。 we be gettin real close to the earth now； an the spaceship still swinging under the parachute。 there is nothin but jungle an mountains beneath us cept for a little bitty lake that is kind of brown。 we can barely make out somethin going on nex to the lake down there。 the three of us— me； sue an major fritch— all got our noses pressed to the winder lookin down； an all of a sudden major fritch cry out； 〃good god！ this ain'；t borneo— this is fuckin new guinea； an all that shit on the groun must be one of them cargo cults or somethin！〃 sue an me lookin down hard； an there on the groun nex to the lake； lookin back at us； is about a thousan natives； all with they arms raised up towards us。 they is wearin little grass skirts an has their hair all flayed out； an some is carryin sh