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(47) Hegokulwa March 22nd. |
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We meant to go through the Semkhar, but the village asked us to stay, so we did. The perao was awful, caked with huge lumps of mithan dung, the basha tiny, the cookhouse too small, and hoards of filthy great flies everywhere. Hainingba, always careful not to ruffle his hair, stood on a rock and hallooed very picturesquely at the village; Masang seized a dao, and co-opting a couple of assistants, did six things at once with each hand and told everybody what to do at the same time. Namkia also girt up his loins and did some work. Then Luikai and the Gurkhali cook came up to complain that their place was too small, but I was in much too bad a temper to listen. Meantime a sanitary squad of some fifty women and boys arrived, and headed by Shanshum and a Kodali, de-turfed the entire area, flinging dung (48) hither and yon and anywhere but out of fly range. |
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In the evening the Hangrum dance-party came in from Chota Nenglo and marched singing in full dress down the street. A Chota Nenglo boy who accompanied them found no room to sleep in the village, and so found lodging, on grass, with the dobashis. |
