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)
My husband hauled the chief (who, by the way, called himself a Rajah)
over the coals for it, and told him that he was to come into Manipur,
where the revenue case would be inquired into; but we parted very
peaceably after going up to the village by the chief’s own invitation,
where we inspected the outside of his house. It was fenced all round with
strong stakes, and on the top of each stake was a head, and more than
one of them unmistakably human skulls. Whether the original owners of
them had died natural deaths, or whether they were trophies of war, we
did not inquire. There were some beautiful elephants’ tusks in the chiefs
veranda, and some fine-toned Kuki gongs, one of which he presented to
us. We left with many expressions of affection from the Rajah of Moombi
and his wives, but we were very glad when we found ourselves at the foot
of the hills leading up to his kingdom, and solemnly made a vow never to
return there again. We visited the iron wells on our way home. There are
about seven of them, and it was very interesting watching the men at work.
My husband amused himself in the afternoons by teaching the prince
English. He used to read out of a queer old spelling-book, filled with
words that one would really never use. One sentence was—that is to say,
if one could call it a sentence—‘an elegant puce quilt.’ Now, I don’t
think his highness would ever have used either word, but it amused me
greatly to hear him trying to pronounce ‘quilt’; it developed into
‘kilt,’ and never got any farther. I laughed so much that I had to beat
a hasty retreat. There was one expression the prince did learn, and that
was ‘good-bye’; but it was a little embarrassing to meet him on arrival
and be welcomed by a shake of the hand and a solemn ‘good-bye.’ It rather
damped one’s ardour. He never could understand that it was a farewell
salutation, and not a general greeting.
CHAPTER VI.
Society at Manipur—Band of the Ghoorkas—The bandmaster—His
peculiar attire—The regiment ordered away to our regret—Worse
news—We are ordered to leave—Parting views—Mr. Heath
appointed—Son of the Tongal general—His good and bad
qualities—Magnificent scenery—The Ungamis—Their quarrelsome
character.
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