Senoi

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Yeah, so the Senoi, uh, people of Malaysia are a semi-nomadic tribe, um, and this, this psychologist [laughs] wrote a book, and it was about his experiences going to visit this group of people.

And they just seem to have magical powers when you're just looking at it at face value.

So every time he would go searching for them, he would, uh, walk up the trail, um, not knowing where they were, 'cause they were semi-nomadic.

Oh, yeah.

And, uh, the, the Senoi, for example, in, uh, it's another population in, um, [lip smacks] New Guinea, and, uh, um, which now has been exterminated.

But, uh, this Senoi used to wake up every morning and to go to tell their dreams as a community moment.

And this, this society does not have, did not have a word for war, like, for example.

Um, so I was, um...

The temptation is great to go on enumerating man after man who stood pre-eminent, whether as a killer of game, a tamer of horses, or a queller of disorder among his people, or who, mayhap, stood out with a more evil prominence as himself a dangerous man, one given to the taking of life on small provocation, or one who was ready to earn his living outside the law if the occasion demanded it.

There was Tall Profit, the sharpshooter from North Carolina, Senoi, Saturnine, Fearless, Smith, the bear hunter from Wyoming, and McCann, the Arizona bookkeeper who had begun life as a buffalo hunter.

There was Crockett, the Georgian, who had been an internal revenue officer and had waged perilous war on the rifle-bearing moonshiners.

There was Darnell and Wood of New Mexico, who could literally ride any horses alive.