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42 night all of a sudden and find our lamp blown out, I can hear through the darkness your gong slowly sounding, Dong, dong, dong!

There's the village headman ! I must be offo If he catches me gossiping with you there'll be a great to do.

The headman? Whereabouts is he?

Right down the road there; see that huge palm-leaf umbrella hopping along? That's him!

I suppose the King's made him our headman here?