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Chapter Twenty-seven. Return to Nagaland |
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road contractors and resistance fighters |
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Among them was a curious man in the remnant of a green uniform and an upturned moustache which gave him a quite un-Nagalike appearance incongruous with his old-style face-tattoo. He had been a member of the so-called Underground, but had surrendered and was now working as a contractor. He told me that recently he had taken a road contract for Rs 20,000 and hoped to make a profit of Rs 13,000. This was possible because the unsophisticated men of relatively remote villages such as Tang could still be persuaded to give their labour for no other reward than their rations and at the end a feast with the slaughter of a buffalo and some pigs. |
