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Chapter Thirteen. The Camp On a Peak |
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Next morning, when I wanted to take photographs in the village while the sepoys broke camp, Major Williams insisted that I should take an escort of five men. I felt like a convict, as, surrounded by sepoys with levelled bayonets, I walked through the narrow streets. while the inhabitants of Kuthurr watched my odd behaviour with the camera with profound suspicion. lt was characteristic of the atmosphere that there was not a woman and not a child to be seen. Uncertain of our intentions, the men had apparently sent them into the safety of the mountains long before we arrived. |
