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Chapter Four. Above the Clouds |
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The men from Wakching offered us tea; it tasted dreadfully bitter. But this was not really surprising, for the leaves had been boiling in water for a long time and the beverage was now a deep brown colour. Why did these Nagas offer us tea? I began to long for the good Angami rice-beer. Mills chatted with the men. He (31) knew some of them well, for he had been to Wakching before. They talked fluent Assamese. This was a great advantage, for I would have found it quite hopeless to try to learn the language of Wakching, as well as Assamese, within a few months. |
