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expedition in the Tangkhul area |
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From Chingjaroi we bore back to the south. The elders said good-bye to us under the bare bauhinias at the ford. Their red blankets showed for a minute on the far slope, against the earth banks, the dry leaves and the wintry trees, as they turned back again up the hill; and we, crossing the river, set our faces to the Paowi climb. Within the first few hundred yards I was aching with 'flu. |
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It'll be a long time before I forget that march, the endless road, the hill extending, apparently, like a telescope, with every foot I trod. I made it, but even in camp there was nothing much to be done. The drugs which might have been of use were all expended; and I had to get better as best I could. |
