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Then followed a night of agony. Sand flies invaded the hut and penetrated our mosquito nets. I thought of Lewin who complained of their attack while on tour in the Chittagong Hill Tracts. 'At night, to make our case worse, we were attacked by swarms of sand-flies, creatures so minute that they penetrated the finest mosquito-curtains and whose bite was so venemous as to cause sores. The only way to baffle these small but malignant enemies was either to adopt the native mode, and muffle oneself from head to foot in a thick cotton mantle, or to sleep in the smoke of a sort of ants-nest, a piece of which if lighted would burn slowly, giving out an aromatic fume which was abhorent to the sand flies.' |
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Bill and I had neither cotton mantles nor ants' nests and we passed a tortured night writhing in our itching sheets. |
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We are now in tiger country and only this morning there were pug-marks just outside the village. |
