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Chapter Nineteen. Making the Peace |
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(152) Our spacious camp in Chingmei is untold luxury. After the cramped quarters of the last days we thoroughly appreciate its comforts, sufficient sleep, and freshly cooked meals. To add to the plenty Noklak has paid up a further fine of one mithan for the blocking of the path on the way to Pangsha; the porters are already roasting the meat over the fires and preparing for a feast, while we indulge in that supreme delicacy, boiled mithan-tail. It is one of Mills' favourite dishes, and after twenty years in the Naga Hills he certainly knows what is good to eat. The succulent meat on the tail vertebrae of one of these huge animals is surprisingly tender, and much more tasty than any ox-tail. |
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The unusual stillness of the camp, where the porters are also obviously enjoying a rest, is suddenly broken by excited voices, and a dobashi rushes into our hut. |
