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Chapter Eleven. Sacred Chiefs |
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to Wangla via newly cleared jungle |
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The way to Wangla, the village on the opposite hill, passed through a broad valley, probably cleared for cultivation that year for the first time for generations. Gigantic trees had defied the clearing-fires, and now they provided a most pleasant shade as we walked through the reaped rice fields. In the bottom of the valley there was a cool, fresh stream, and here we rested at midday and enjoyed (100) a delicious swim in the dark green water. |
