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Why Johnny Lingo paid eight cows for his wife


Sunday, February 14, 2010

Why Johnny Lingo paid eight cows for his wife

When I sailed to Kiniwata, an island in the Pacific, I took
along a notebook. After I got back it was filled with
descriptions of flora and fauna, native customs and costumes.
But the only note that still interests me is the one that says:
"Johnny Lingo gave eight cows to Sarita's father." And I don't
need to have it in writing. I'm reminded of it every time I see
a woman belittling her husband or a wife withering under her
husband's scorn. I want to say to them, "You should know why
Johnny Lingo paid eight cows for his wife."

Johnny Lingo wasn't exactly his name. But that's what Shenkin,
the manager of the guest house on Kiniwata, called him. Shenkin
was from Chicago and had a habit of Americanizing the names of
the islanders. But Johnny was mentioned by many people in many
connections. If I wanted to spend a few days on the neighboring
island of Nurabandi, Johnny Lingo could put me up. If I wanted
to fish, he could show me where the biting was best. If it was
pearls I sought, he would bring me the best buys.

The people of Kiniwata all spoke highly of Johnny Lingo. Yet
when they spoke they smiled, and the smiles were slightly
mocking.

"Get Johnny Lingo to help you find what you want and let him do
the bargaining," advised Shenkin. "Johnny knows how to make a
deal."

"Johnny Lingo!" A boy seated nearby hooted the name and rocked
with laughter.

"What goes on?" I demanded. "Everybody tells me to get in
touch with Johnny Lingo and then breaks up. Let me in on the
joke."

"Oh, the people like to laugh," Shenkin said, shrugging.
"Johnny's the brightest, the strongest young man in the islands.
And for his age, the richest."

"But, if he's all you say, what is there to laugh about?"

"Only one thing. Five months ago, at fall festival, Johnny came
to Kiniwata and found himself a wife. He paid her father eight
cows!"

I knew enough about island customs to be impressed. Two or
three cows would buy a fair-to-middling wife, four or five a
highly satisfactory one.

"Good Lord!" I said. "Eight cows!" She must have beauty that
takes your breath away.

"She's not ugly," he conceded, and smiled a little. "But the
kindest could only call Sarita plain. Sam Karoo, her father,
was afraid she'd be left on his hands."

"But then he got eight cows for her? Isn't that extraordinary?"

"Never been paid before."

"Yet you call his wife plain?"

"I said it would be kindness to call her plain. She was skinny.
She walked with her shoulders hunched and her head ducked. She
was scared of her own shadow."

"Well," I said, "I guess there's just no accounting for love."

"True enough," agreed the man. "And that's why the villagers
grin when they talk about Johnny. They get special satisfaction
from the fact that the islands' sharpest trader was bested by
dull old Sam Karoo."

"But how?"

"No one knows and everyone wonders. All the cousins were urging
Sam to ask for three cows and hold out for two until he was sure
Johnny'd pay only one. Then Johnny came to Sam Karoo and said,
`Father of Sarita, I offer eight cows for your daughter.'"

"Eight cows," I murmured. "I'd like to meet this Johnny Lingo."

I wanted fish. I wanted pearls. So the next afternoon I
beached my boat at Nurabandi. And I noticed as I asked
directions to Johnny's house that his name brought no sly smile
to the lips of his fellow Nurabandians. And when I met the
slim, serious young man, when he welcomed me with grace to his
home, I was glad that from his own people he had respect
unmingled with mockery. We sat in his house and talked. Then
he asked, "You come here from Kiniwata?"

"Yes."

"They speak of me there?"

"They say there's nothing that you can't help me get."

He smiled gently. "My wife is from Kiniwata."

"Yes, I know."

"They speak of her?"

"A little."

"What do they say?"

"Why, just....." The question caught me off balance.
"They told me you were married at festival time."

"Nothing more?" The curve of his eyebrows told me he knew there
had to be more.

"They also say the marriage settlement was eight cows."
I paused. "They wonder why."

"They ask that?" His eyes lighted with pleasure. "Everyone in
Kiniwata knows about the eight cows?"

I nodded.

"And in Nurabandi everyone knows it too." His chest expanded
with satisfaction. "Always and forever, when they speak of
marriage settlements, it will be remembered that Johnny Lingo
paid eight cows for Sarita."

So that's the answer, I thought: vanity.

And then I saw her. I watched her enter the room to place
flowers on the table. She stood still a moment to smile at the
young man beside me. Then she went swiftly out again. She was
the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The lift of her
shoulders, the tilt of her chin, the sparkle of her eyes all
spelled a pride to which no one could deny her the right.

I turned back to Johnny Lingo and found him looking at me.

"You admire her?" he murmured.

"She ... she's glorious.
But she's not Sarita from Kiniwata," I said.

"There's only one Sarita. Perhaps she does not look the way
they say she looked in Kiniwata."

"She doesn't. I heard she was homely. They all make fun of you
because you let yourself be cheated by Sam Karoo."

"You think eight cows were too many?"
A smile slid over his lips.

"No. But how can she be so different?"

"Do you ever think," he asked, "what it must mean to a woman to
know that her husband has settled on the lowest price for which
she can be bought? And then later, when the women talk, they
boast of what their husbands paid for them. One says four cows,
another maybe six. How does she feel, the woman who was sold
for one or two? This could not happen to my Sarita."

"Then you did this just to make your wife happy?"

"I wanted Sarita to be happy, yes. But I wanted more than that.
You say she is different. This is true. Many things can change
a woman. Things that happen inside, things that happen outside.
But the thing that matters most is what she thinks about
herself. In Kiniwata, Sarita believed she was worth nothing.
Now she knows she is worth more than any woman in the islands."

"Then you wanted--"

"I wanted to marry Sarita. I loved her and no other woman."

"But--" I was close to understanding.

"But," he finished softly,

"I wanted an eight-cow wife."


Condensed from WOMAN'S DAY magazine fiction feature - Nov. 1965
By Patricia McGerr From the mountain....www.mountainwings.
com

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YATMAMA 2/14/2010 11:35PM

    That was just awesome. Oh, when we consider the price that the Father paid for His Son's bride!!!

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MAXBALLARD 2/14/2010 10:30PM

    Oh, that is priceless. (wiping tears from my eyes)

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GRANNY1972 2/14/2010 3:32PM

    Great Story!!

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!
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LKWQUILTER 2/14/2010 2:40PM

    That is so true. Thanks.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!

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SASSYBEAN1 2/14/2010 11:58AM

    What a lovely story ~ and so true regarding the self-worth that one has. Thank you for sharing this story.

Have a Happy Valentine's Day!

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