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Chapter one. The Beginning |
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The long ridge on which we stood here fell away in eroded knolls and hummocks. On these stood the station, its tin roofs patches of red below us. The S.D.O.'s bungalow was perched on one pinnacle; the rest-house lay below it on another; and a primitive stone fort stood detached a little on a third. The town, if you can call the straggle of clerks' and interpreters' houses that, ran winding along a spur lower still, and right out at the end of the tongue and jutting above the deep Barak valley was a Kabui village. But beyond the station was such a view as is seen in dreams - one vast sweep of rolling green hills ran right round the horizon, here rising in a peak, there dropping in seas of bamboo to a river and the faint streak of a waterfall. |
