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Chapter One. The Naga Hills |
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engaging a servant not easy |
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Next I had to engage a servant and this seemed to be no easy matter. The Nagas, proud and independent as many hill races, scorn as a rule domestic service, and there were then only a handful of men who had ever worked as servants. However Mills knew how to find them and a few hours later a man who had previously worked as cook and bearer arrived at his bungalow. He was a Lhota Naga and was called Tsampio. Like many Nagas in touch with the American Baptist Mission, he wore shorts and a khaki shirt, and on tour he adorned his head with a thick, wine-red woollen cap. Even in the heat of midday he pulled it deep down over his ears. |
