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Chapter five. Change of Course |
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The S.D.O. met me at Haflong Hill, the railway halt, and we climbed to the town above. |
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It was a pretty, park-like semi-hill station, on a ridge round (43) which the railway ran in a great loop. It was the administrative centre of the subdivision. It held, too, a small railway colony, and had at one time been a resort for the Cachar planters. But the new road to Shillong had killed it, and the Club and the bungalows were decaying away. The lay-out was lovely. Slopes dotted with pines and oaks surrounded a winding lake. The only roads were footpaths, lined with flowering trees; and in the small bazaar, two old, grey Kachari statues, small-waisted, staring-eyed, looked out from under a vast rubber-tree. |
