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Chapter Twelve. Towards Unknown Country |
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a meal at Chare, eating with villagers |
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Cows and goats were killed for our porters, and soon after they had been divided up a most savoury smell of roasting meat enveloped the camp. The dignitaries of Chare sat with the dobashi and gaonbura of our party round a large open fire at the gate of the village quite near our tent. It was not long before the thirst of |
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the visitors was quenched and tongues loosened, for, as we ate our dinner of chicken curry, we could hear them laughing almost as clearly as if we had been amongst them. This was apparently the "club" of Chare, and the conversation was so noisy that we sincerely hoped it was not extension night. |
