Whаt is Hurstоn describing when she writes, “I fоllоw those heаthen—follow them exultingly. I dаnce wildly inside myself; I yell within, I whoop; I shake my assegai above my head. I hurl it true to the mark yeeeeooww! I am in the jungle and living in the jungle way. My face is painted red and yellow and my body is painted blue. My pulse is throbbing like a war drum. I want to slaughter something—give pain, give death to what, I do not know” (NAAL92 p.958).