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Chapter Twenty-seven. Return to Nagaland |
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crossing the Tapti river on a suspension bridge |
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From Mon the path descended steeply through rice fields. On some the crop was still standing, and as long as we passed through the fields the path was well-trodden. Later we entered secondary jungle, and there the path had not been cleared and we were struggling through high grass. I was vividly reminded of my trips in 1936 when I had walked in similar terrain. At last we reached the Tapti river, a brown, sluggish water course, which I crossed on a suspension bridge consisting of two steel ropes and a few connecting canes and bamboos. The porters preferred to ford the river by wading at a place where the water was only knee-deep. |
