My three years in Manipur : $b and escape from the recent mutinyGrimwood, Ethel St. Clair
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My three years in Manipur : $b and escape from the recent mutiny
Grimwood, Ethel St. Clair
Grimwood, Ethel St. Clair, 1867-1928; Manipur (India)
We did not get to the end of our march till late in the evening, and
we then found we had to cross a river, as our camping-place was on the
left bank, and our horses had to be left on the other side. We crossed
by means of a bamboo suspension-bridge—a most alarming-looking erection.
These bridges are really curiosities. They are made of wire twisted into
thick ropes, and stretched from trees on either side of the river at
different heights. Bamboos are hung on to the wires close together to
form a kind of railing on each side, and these are fastened with cane to
the floor of the bridge, which is made of bamboo also, woven into a kind
of coarse matting, and although they look most flimsy and airy erections,
they are really very strong, and can carry any number of men on them
at once, and animals too, if necessary. They are a great height from
the water, which you can see between the chinks of the matting as you
walk across, and they have an unpleasant fashion of swinging violently
when you are in the middle of them, making it very difficult to keep
your footing. I did not like going over it at all, and tumbled down in
the most awkward fashion more than once, much to the amusement of the
Manipuris, who laughed very heartily.
It began to rain shortly after we had arrived at the rest-house, a large
barn-like place built of bamboo also, with one doorway and no windows of
any kind, and a mud floor. Not an atom of furniture graced this abode,
and there was nothing to be done but to sit down on the ground and wait
until our luggage should arrive—very hungry, and generally out of sorts.
Nothing came in until nine at night, when the cook arrived with the
kitchen paraphernalia, and we had a sort of dinner on the floor, and then
had to wait until two in the morning for our heavy baggage and beds,
which were travelling on elephants. It was a dreadful four hours, for in
the meanwhile swarms of mosquitoes and sandflies came out and attacked
us—hands, faces, and, in fact, any part of us that was not covered.
The delay was caused by the road being too steep and slippery for the
elephants, and their having to be unloaded five or six times—a most
tedious operation.
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