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(166) Saturday, 26th Feb. Phadang 10. |
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Got off about 9 a.m. with 8 house tax coolies and my one Ukhrul (pipe-smoker) friend. Arrived at Phadang to find we were not expected. Luckily, as I could hardly crawl up the hill. Basha floor rotten, and we all fell through it by turns. Phadang village had a funeral on. Held dispensary. Luikai now doing complete bearer, waiting, laying table, etc. Tried a fire in basha and got kippered, so had to put it out. Heard someone in cookhouse give superb imitation of Dunc. calling his bearer - "Ma-leng!" (no answer) "Maguleng!" Must have been one of the Ukhrul two, but very clever. Meant to inquire and then didn't. H. of P. world's most gorgeously public - lean-too with main side open to jungle, no side walls to speak of an a large doorway (less door) on the side nearest the cookhouse. Was so overcome I was nearly moved to poetry. |
