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Unpleasant weather; head-taking; life in camp |
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We are very unlucky with the weather for this time of year. I had intended to go into the village and take photographs this morning, but there was hardly any sun, and now it is raining. A drizzle has at this moment turned into a downpour and my tent is miles from the mess house in this spacious camp. The slaves seem to be settling down and already look happier. There is a good show of heads in the village. |
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The great prize is one from Panso, that of a man who is said to have taken 50 himself and eventually met the fate he deserved. They are hung up in the big drum houses which are generally extensively carved and decorated. Chingmak's little daughter has asked to come with her father to see my tent. She really is a sweet little thing. |
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I got very little rest this afternoon, though I have a lot of official letters to write. A Dobashi brought a lot of Gaonburas in for drinks and plumped them down just behind my tent, making work impossible. People want me every few minutes to see people or give orders. |
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We go to Yimpang tomorrow, there and back in the day. They will be perfectly friendly, I fancy, but we are taking 50 rifles in case. |
