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Meeting with representatives of a "new" village, and continued attempts to free slaves |
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We are all rather tired and uncomfortable, Williams has a streaming cold. We did too long a march and we have a frightfully cramped camp site in the jungle. The food we sent for from a nearby village has only half come. Smith is bone idle and disliked by everyone, and grumbles the whole time. |
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We had a thousand-foot drop to a stream and then climbed up and up to the top of an 8,000 ft. range. Luckily our climb was in shade. There is a village, Sangpurr, at the top, and we heard that our Embassy from Nokhu was at Panso, our objective for tomorrow. Seeing is believing, so I have sent for them to come to our camp tomorrow. |
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The Nokhu men turned up actually while I was writing to you. They have never seen white men before, but no muscles of their faces moved. The Oriental is a past master at concealing his feelings. It turns out they are only from a small khel of the village, but that is better than nothing. I sent word by them that people from the main village must meet me at Panso the day after tomorrow. They can't get there before. To enforce my message I sent them scraps of The Statesman, one for each morung. They will never have seen paper before and will believe that the people who came in today really saw us! |
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They said they had returned all their slaves on hearing that we were making a fuss about slavery. This may or may not be true, it remains to be seen. |
