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Mr Hutton is taken ill at Wokha |
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To Pogithung-issu - a heavy thunder storm on the way and another at night. The camp full of leeches. |
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To Yekhum. A steep climb and then a sort of reluctant pub-crawl through three villages, arriving feeling like a mixed but unshaken cocktail of indifferent material. |
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Halted and disposed of a dak. |
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Another dak in the early morning - to Wokha. |
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Halted Wokha, visited the Hospital. The first day made hideous with litigation till after dark, the second unexpectedly peaceful, which was fortunate as I was seized with influenza or some plague of that nature. |
