 The National Broadcasting Company and its affiliated stations present the Pacific Story. This is the story of the Pacific. The drama of the millions of people who live around this greatest sea where the United States is now committed to a long-term policy of keeping the peace. This is a documentary account of the situation in the Pacific of the men and events which are today influencing world affairs for generations to come. Of the mountains and in southwestern China, five and possibly six Americans are reported to be helped by the Lolo's who for years have defied the Chinese and have killed or enslaved every person entering that country without permission. Americans are still living. It is altogether possible they are being held as slaves by the Lolo's. I have seen many many of their slaves in my 30 years as a missionary out here and I have seen many other things. This was a reprisal reign by the Lolo's. The Chinese had killed some Lolo's they had caught outside of the Lolo country. After the Lolo's had burned down the Chinese villages, they carried away the captive women as slaves and lined up all the captive men and boys. You see he is tall over six feet. He is strong. Look at that aquiline nose and that fine mouth. Notice that he is almost fair in convection. Something like the South European and that he has clear blue eyes. This is our country. These mountains. You see that he wears a heavy stealth wrapping which is his mantle in the daytime and he's that color at night. This has been our country for hundreds of years. The Lolo's occupy this mountain country where the provinces of Yunnan and Sichuan and Qikang come together. Mountaineers are always free men. Over the other day he wears a small braid of hair that points upward and the coral earring in his left ear. We are nobles. Bring up my pony. Over here. Yes Lord. Here. All of them. Yes Lord. The billows are excellent horsemen. You see they ride strange saddles with higher age in front and those small tough horsemen they ride like the winds. He is a Lolo chieftain or what is called a black born. Now look at this one who brought up his horse. Notice that he is not so loud. He is darker. His nose is more hooked. He is a slave or what they call a white born. His name is Losan Cindy. Losan Cindy and he is a slave. They know Sue has nearly 100 white bones like me. Losan is a second generation slave. My father and his brother came from Chengdu in Sichuan. They knew about the coal in the kapa and the gold here. Until 1906 there was much mining here. Then the black bones drove out all the Chinese. They drove out my grandfather. And when my father and uncle were growing up my grandfather told them about the coal in the kapa and other minerals here. My grandfather warned them about the black bones and what they did to those who went to this mountain country without permission. But still my father and my uncle decided to leave Chengdu and come into the Lolo land here. This is the second day to travel. And we have not seen one person. The official at the frontier said we will probably go a long way until we saw anyone. But this seems to be a well beaten trail. You are still thinking of what our father told us you learned. You remember what he said. Yes. But he always exaggerated. By this time we should have seen somebody. Why do you yield to your peers you live. One of our mules is loaded down with goods to barter with them. Did we not learn that they would barter for nearly anything. What was that. What. Stop the meals. Stop them. What. Well I did not hear anything. I did. Wait. What do you hear. I do not know. Let us get on. Yeah I bear. Many outsiders have entered this country without harm. You remember what our father told us they did with the Englishman named Brooks. Brooks did that come prepared. That is why they killed him. Hey. You. Stop. There you stop. Took my father and my uncle. They took all that the mules carried. And they made my father and my uncle's slaves. They worked them from son up to son down. At night in the dark. My father and my uncle talked. They are barbarians you learn. But they have made us their slaves. They do not even know how to write most of them. They hardly have any written language and we Chinese have had a written language for thousands of years. But just the same we are their slaves. They will not even let us talk to them. They will not listen. They consider us beneath them. Us. We Chinese who have had culture for centuries. Almost none of them can read. All they do is drink that wine of raw corn. It does not affect them so much that they cannot keep us prisoners. Bile as rancid curds. And those pipes they are always smoking. Men and women. They are a stench so unholy it makes some of the women are attractive. Women smoking stinking pipes. Did you notice how tall and graceful the women are. Barbarium of them have a handsome face. Handsome. Those flat turbans they wear on their heads. And those long skirts and flowing sluices. You have paid close attention to the women. I have paid close attention to everything. Especially the women. I have noticed how they dress. They are short jackets. They are metal neckbands on the bracelets. And they are earrings in both ears. You know what the other ones have told us about the Lolo women. You mean about what the black bones do to those who seek out their women. Yes. It is far better that we think of how we can get back to Cheng Tu. We cannot escape now. Why can't we not escape. They know everything of this mountain country. This is our first time in it. We cannot stay here as slaves of these barbarians. What are you talking about here in the dark. We were just talking about what. About the mountains. And about how old dark it is. Not too dark for Lolo's. Not too dark for Lolo's. My father and my uncle and the other walks. The new Chinese were being captured. Did the lowest work for the Lolo tribes. And whenever they had a chance my uncle too chow and some of the others talked of how they could escape. Are you not going with us you men. No. Why. You cannot escape now. If you are caught you know what they will do with you. One night my uncle too chow and the other flipped away into the women. Father you lean and the others of the Wazi who did not go. Were hauled down to the center of the village. When my uncle too chow and the other who tried to escape were dragged back. They tied my uncle to a post. Two white bones with heavy whip beat him across the bareback. He is unconscious. How long are they going to keep within him. Stop the whip now. Stop the whip. Now cut him down. Cut the thong. So you thought you could escape. Now the thongs. Throw him down him. No. You are killing him. You are killing him. Get back there. Take him. Hold him. All the other Wazi who had seen my uncle and the others who tried to escape. Slogged and stoned to death were herded together. So the black bone could talk to them. If you would die you'll now know how to die. If you would live then listen to me. First you'll live give up any thought of ever returning to your home. If you work can prove yourself worthy I will give you land. You can then raise your own food and have only to give me my share. In time I will raise you from Wazi to white bones. And if you are a faithful white bone there will be other rewards. Now go back to your work. When the black bone gave my father land he worked it. Each season he had to give the black bone part of his crop. And part of his cattle. He never tried to escape but worked hard. And after three seasons he was raised from Wazi to white bone. Then they gave him a white bone woman to marry. She was a slave like my father. But she was half Lolo and half Chinese. She was my mother. I was born in slavery at the time our black bone was in a blood feud. I remember that blood feud. It was like the other feud that had been going on among the Lolo's for hundreds of years. At first the black bone of Yulin and Los Angeles was not involved. A distant relative of their black bone had killed another Lolo in 60 cents. The relatives of a dead one then came and killed one of the relatives of the Lolo that had done the killing. They in turn killed one of the other family group. And so it went on and on for years. Until one of the relatives of Yulin's black bone was killed. Death to the family of the killer. The excitement grew in our village. Then one day the black bones then rode up to our hut. I want to talk to you. Come out. Can you ride a horse? I have never ridden a horse. You have ridden a mule. You were riding a mule when you were taken. He was very docile. He walked slowly. Get on this animal. Right now? This instant. Get up there. Yes. Lord. Sit more forward in the saddle. Like this? Like that. Yes. Now. Watch me. Yes. Give him his sovereign thought. Yes. Lord. Here they are. I know nothing about fighting. Put them on. Now. The cousin of the black bone has been killed. I have never used a sword. You will learn how. Now. Start your horse. Up. What's he? That is up. Yes. Lord. Up. Get up there. I never saw my father again. He was killed in the fight. My mother worked the land and took care of me. When I was big enough, I worked too. Each season we took the black bone share to him. When the new captive Chinese were brought in, sometimes we talked to them. I asked them questions about Chengdu where my father came from. They were frightened when they learned what happened to my father and my uncle. When I was nine years old, my mother became sick. She was sick a long time before we took her to the soot sale. You have wronged the guard of the soil. The Lolo soot sales are priests and doctors and magicians. Yet, really, they are none of these. They are like witch doctors, like sorcerers. In the smoke of the fire, I can see you have wronged the guards that have given you food, that have given you life. The soot sales have great power. You must try to please our heavenly Buddha. The Lolo's are not any Buddhists. This is a vestige of something that has gone long years ago. The guards of the earth have paid no heed when you have killed a chicken. They have paid no heed when you have killed a sheep. You have deeply offended the guards. I can see in the smoke you must now kill a cow. The cow was the last animal we had. I can remember all the people who came to help us eat the cow. When it was all gone, they went in to see my mother in her bed before they left. You're going to be well now, sister. Soon we will be back in your field again, Chow Kang. Now you will have health and good fortune, sister. You have pleased the guards, Chow Kang. You will be strong and prosperous. That night, my mother died. The most famous thingy is three-quarters of Chinese, one-quarter Lolo. He is a white-born, a slave, and can never become a black-born. There are hundreds of thousands like him. Happening to the Lolo's is what has been happening to all peoples who have come in direct contact with the Chinese. They are being absorbed. The Lolo's migrated centuries ago into the wild highland country in the bend of the upper Yangtze between the Gold Sand River and the Great Snowy Mountains along the border up Tibet. They went boldly down into the valleys and captured Chinese by the tens of thousands and brought them back into these mountains as slaves. From the first, they killed or enslaved any man who dared to enter that country without permission. Today, there are perhaps a million and a half Lolo's in these highlands, but as more and more Chinese have intermixed with them, there is less and less pure Lolo blood. Ask Losan Chindi here. That is our strength. There are many more of us white-bones than there are black-bones. Ask Losan Chindi about General Ting. General Ting is a Chinese, but he has taken the part of us white-bones and the white sea against the black-bones. This is my offer to you black-bones. You must obey the law. In return, I will protect you against your enemies in the other clans. I would expect you to pay taxes as all other Chinese citizens do and I would expect you to take orders from me and to carry out your rightful duties. The black-bones of that tribe knew about General Ting. They talked over what he said. If General Ting's forces enters our country, we will deal with them as we have dealt with all other invaders. General Ting has a strong army. What army is equal to our fighters on the hills? General Ting knows our hills. He grew up on the frontier. He knows our language. He has many white-bones in his force. What white-bones? Those that he promised freedom. Those that rose up against the black-bones of the other clans. Traitors. They are traitors. General Ting has been wiser than we. He has promised them something. I thought that he only supported the good clans against those that were brigands. He does. With their help, he has crushed the rebellious clans. You mean that if we do not accept his offer, he will march against us as rebels? He will not only march against us, but he will turn the other clans against us. We will not be intimidated by General Ting. If we agree, he will let us keep our firearms. If we do not, after he has struck us with his force and with all the white-bones who support him, he will disarm us and banish us to the wilderness. The black-bones talked about it for days. Then one day, one of General Ting's officers came for an answer. You haven't told Sundown. General Ting is waiting below in the valley with his force. Why must he know by Sundown? Why cannot you give your answer now after all this time? We will not give up on it. We can give our answer now. We can accept General Ting's offer. Or we can expect the same thing as has happened to the other clans that have resisted. We will accept. Very well. You will appoint a party to retain with me to General Ting to act for you. The next day, General Ting's force was in our village. And the day after that, all of us white-bones were given firearms and called together to hear our black-bones. I ask loyalty of all of you to General Ting. You will march with him at once, against the rebellious clans of the West. They have refused for yield, bringing with our help to the canyons and the gorges. The mountains in this country are 12,000 to 15,000 feet high. And as you can see, our traffic covered with snow. Most of the black-bones rode horses. But most of us white-bones and watsi walked. The Lolo's moved like the roaches hauled through the rugged country. Some of General Ting's soldiers wore uniforms, but most did not. And all of them were barefoot. Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! The trail narrowed through the deep gorges. General Ting sinned patrols ahead, so the enemy could not catch us in a trap. Do not get too far ahead of the main body. Keep in contact with us at all times. Go now. Every Lolo knew the danger of the deep gorges between the hierarchy precipices. We marched this way for days. We knew we were getting close to the enemy black-bones. Then one night, when we were camped in a canyon eating our wheat, General Ting's colonel came into the clearing and talked to us. Now, before dawn tomorrow, we will attack. Tonight, you will see that all your weapons are ready. Except those of you who are on guard. You can rest now for three hours. Then we will start moving in through the dark. Let me warn you now. The rebellious black-bones know we are coming. And this is my last word to you. Do not permit yourselves to be captured. None of us slept. They will have guards up miles from the kill. I think they have been watching us for days. Why are we in this fight between the black-bones? I don't know what to fight. We started creeping through the brush in the dark. Can see nothing. They are waiting for us to get in close. We failed our way up over the rocks we crept. Look! Look! A whole party of them behind the border. They are coming down after us! Who let them take us? Don't... Do you agree with me? I was shot here. General Ting's men saved me from being dragged away. The rebels were caught. And General Ting took all the weapons from the rebellious black-bones and sent the rebels far away into the mountains of the west. By using one clan against the other, General Ting has put down the armed Lolo opposition to the Chinese government. But their assentment of the Lolo's, even those who pay taxes to the government and, in a way, respect the government, is the same today against those who dare to enter their country without permission as it has always been. They are either killed or made slaves. I have been among these people as a missionary for 30 years now. To some extent, I have come to understand them. I know no other country but these mountains here in the band of the Great River. I was born here. Who among my father's people in Chengdu would know or understand if any of my father's people in Chengdu are still living? But as the Lolo's are strong and fierce, they have not been able to make progress equal to that of the Chinese because of their feuds which go on for years involving greater and greater numbers. They are stubborn pride which keeps them from learning from others and their superstitions which tie them to ignorance. Have you heard anything about Americans being held by Lolo's anywhere in this mountain country? No, I have not. But this Lolo land is a big country. As you see, there are few roads, no bridges and almost no means of communication. So you know about the bodies of three Americans brought out of this country and taken to Shanghai last September? Yes, and we have heard about the recovery of the fourth body on Mount Liangbo. But we've been informed that another plane, a Chinese national airways ship, with an American pilot and about 30 others crashed in this country in the early part of October. I had heard nothing about that. In your opinion, if any of the crew members of these crashed planes survived, you think they're being held prisoner by the Lolo's? Well, I think the attitude of the Lolo's toward those who enter their country without permission is the same today as there's been for hundreds of years. Look at those San Qingdi here. Lord San Qingdi, where are you? Here. Here, Lord. Why are you here doing nothing? Do you forget so easily? To the Pacific Story presented by the National Broadcasting Company and its affiliated independent stations to clarify events in the Pacific and to make understandable the cross-currents of life in the Pacific Basin. The story is written by Arnold Marquess. The music was scored and conducted by Henry Russell. The role of the missionary was played by Ralph Sadan. The role of Losang Qingdi was played by Sidney Miller. And now, Game Whitman has something of importance to say to you. Mr. Whitman, during the war, tremendous strides were made in the advancement of science. Now that the war is over, we are entering the greatest scientific age of all time. In the forefront of this scientific research is the regular army, which today is training men to be highly skilled professionals in preventive medicine, in surgery and treatment, in jet propulsion, in mapping technique, in infrared viewing, in communications, and in many other fields. 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