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Chapter Sixteen. Into the Blue |
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Here and there huge patches of blue flowers cover the shadowy floor of the forest. It is wild indigo that grows where the sun hardly ever penetrates, and it is from these leaves that the Nagas make the dye for their blue cloths. As the forest recedes, a stony slope unrolls before us. It is torn by deep ravines, and even the light steps of our scouts crumble the surface and send rubble clattering into the depths. What will happen to our heavily loaded porters? But my anxiety for the Nagas, as so often before, proves unnecessary. In half an hour all the loads are across. |
