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Naga songs; parting from Chingmak, an old friend; a difficult march; plans for publications |
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Why go to Covent Garden to hear singing? At one end of the camp is Ngaku in a Bamboo Palace, and round a fire outside, Changs are walking in procession and chanting. Down below the camp Lhotas are singing their own songs. Everyone has a full belly for pigs have poured in. The Sepoys instead of pigs got the most venerable he-goats you ever saw! We do very nicely on chickens, mithan's tongues and a little goat's milk for breakfast. |
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I had to say goodbye to my old friend Chingmak, Chief of Chingmei today. I am afraid we shall never meet again in this world. He is a very fine type of man, and without him we should never have got our slaves back. He nearly broke down when the moment came, and I hated it. |
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The 4,000 ft. climb up was not nearly as bad as we had expected, but Williams rightly described the path down the spur as "blood-stained". We went in and out round shoulders till we thought we should never get here. |
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Then, of course, it takes some time to get things out for lunch even after the loads are in and the various areas in the camp assigned to various lots of people. |
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What has really made me frightfully late this evening is that this is a village of craftsmen, and no collector can resist seeing things made. |
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Then detailed notes had to be written up and the Baron came in for information. We are keeping an Anthropological diary which we hope to publish. He sits up half the night writing and he has practically all the necessary photographs. It saves me a lot of trouble, and my camera is now old and uncertain to say the least of it. |
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I shan't have much time for writing tomorrow as we have a pretty bad climb by the look of it. We are within sight of British Territory now, and tomorrow we get to Dikhu, the boundary river. |
