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Chapter Twelve. Towards Unknown Country |
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arrival at Chongtore, bitterly cold |
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We came into Chongtore in time for tea. The rest of the column had arrived an hour or so earlier, and the sepoys had already built a spacious camp. The wind got up as the light failed, and it was bitingly cold in the one-sided bamboo pavilion where we ate our supper, wrapped in coats. We shivered with cold, while the gale blew mercilessly all night, billowing in the sides of my tent until I thought that any moment it would be carried away. |
