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As night approached, the sand flies began to bite and the cold crept in through the cracks and crevices, but we were soon warmed by a great crowd of villagers. By the light of the lamp we could see eyes peering through every hole in the matting. A great wood fire was lit just outside the door and talk went on and on. The aged came for exemption from house-tax, but the headmen strongly denied that any new houses had been built since the last count had been made! The crops and the school were discussed and Bill explained the latest political developments. Everyone was keen to know who would succeed Bill when he leaves in February. Bill said he hoped it would be a Naga if the Governor's 'agreement' is accepted. At that the villagers all sniffed, and said, 'How can we obey him?' 'Would you prefer an Indian magistrate?' asked Bill. 'We won't obey him either,' replied the headman resolutely. (110) |
