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Chapter Twelve. Towards Unknown Country |
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one night in Tamlu and arrival at Mokokchung |
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I spent only one night in Tamlu and in each of the Ao villages of Chantongia and Mongsenyimti; my pace seemed quick even to the Konyaks, but I arrived in Mokokchung punctually on the 10th. The small settlement resembled a beehive. It had been so calm, so empty, the last time I had been there with Mills, and now Nagas streamed together from all directions, surging between the houses. Every open space was occupied by camps, and groups of Aos, Lhotas, Sangtams, and Rengmas crowded together under improvised shelters. Dobashi in red cloths hurried through the swarms of people and men of different tribes shouted at the top of their voices -- some kind of compensation for the lack of a common tongue. |
