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Chapter Nineteen. Making the Peace |
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freeing the hills from slave-trading |
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When many mugs of rum have passed between us, we part from the men of Pangsha, Ponyo, and Tsawlaw as friends, and looking at the cordial faces, you would think that the friendship was of much longer standing. The guests are to spend the night in Chingmei, partly in the camp and partly in Chingmak's house in the village; it will probably be late in the night before the groups (155) round the pots of rice-beer (or rather, here in Chingmei, of millet-beer) will think of going to bed. |
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We too are stimulated by the conference, and in no little way triumphant; we celebrate the peace with an extra gin-and-bitters. Mills has every reason to be proud of his policy. A great area has been freed from the spectre of slave-raiding, and we can reasonably hope that gradually it will become more and more difficult for the devoteees of human sacrifice in Burma to procure victims so that eventfully the custom will die a perfectly natural death. |
