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Chapter Four. Above the Clouds |
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people working on porch of morung |
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A few men sat about on the open porch, plaiting baskets and mending their fishing-nets. I suppose you would get used to rubbing shoulders with the tusks of an elephant, to finding yourself slipping into the open jaws of a python after a doze in the midday sun, or coming home late at night, perhaps a little the worse for too much rice-beer, to discovering a prowling leopard before your door. Our arrival caused them to drop their work. An European in Wakching was still a sensational event, and even Mills had not visited the village for more than six years. |
