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tact of Nagas with sick anthropologist |
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The tactfulness of these people was admirable. They had caught no fish and now on the return home they have been kept back and still they remained as friendly as always and were only concerned about me. "Of course a sahib could not go on their trails as they were like monkeys climbing up every mountain". Slowly, slowly we came closer to Chingtang. The forest stayed behind and the path went through low jungle. Now and then the trail opens up into a circular resting place usually where natural rocks serve as seats. Just as we are once more sitting on one of these people are coming from Chingtang with water and bananas. I drink the water but I cannot eat. My friends had sent word in advance so that I would find the refreshment along the way. Sometime I also suck (20) on one of the small green oranges which grow around here. They still are completely unripe and very sour but they do refresh the palate. |
