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Then I noticed an Indian woman in a white sari, and I remember that I had been told of a Miss Etna Bower, who worked at Laisong as a missionary of the Presbyterian mission. She asked us to have a cup of tea and told us about the Zemi whom she likes very much. She said a few Christians remained in the old village, but they had little social contact with their pagan kinsmen. For they could not attend any rites and feasts and not eat of sacrificial meat. We were offered a cup of tea, and then moved on down a very steep path through fields. Came finally to a bridge consisting of a single pole, mercifully with two flimsy railings. Fortunately the drop is not very deep. |
