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Chapter one. The Beginning |
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rafting down the Barak River |
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We halted a day in Tamenglong, visiting the fort with its spike-studded glacis; and then we marched again, down (10) the long, level spur to the Kabui village, |
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Next morning the sandbank beside us clattered with bamboos and the whop-whop of cutting. Twenty or thirty Nagas were building rafts for our downstream journey, |
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We were well into the wilderness now, in a world of green water and green jungle, of bamboos and elephant-grass and (12) trees, of glaring, sunlit shingle and bright rapids. Our camp were in tiny clearings cut out of the woods and tiger-tracks appeared overnight on the paths and sandbanks round them. Barking-deer took nightly exception to the glare of the pressure-lamp; otters slipped into the water as the rafts approached. |
