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(57) Chota Nenglo April 7th |
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A hot, though not long, march by a Naga path. Several familiar faces, and quite a decent little perao beyond the village, alongside the water-pipe. The cook managed to lose one of the glasses, this making the third, and reducing me to one tea-cup and a state of extreme annoyance. My old friend the horse-faced buck who was at Hegokulwa was in the reception committee, which included all the bucks and blades and belles in full war-paint. Accumulated eggs, lemons, and drink (various). |
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(58) Chota Nenglo April 8th |
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Kicked about camp, dispensed, etc. Spear-throwing in the evening. None of them much good; Namkiagh perfectly rotten at it! Spears little use, either. The hut was full of voracious rats which galloped about all night, driving Khamba quite frantic. |
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Saw Degalang, the new dog-boy, taking longer to kill a hen than I would have believed possible. |
