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)
Mr. Heath was much impressed by all the glories prepared for him, but
he had not been in the house very long before he told us how much he
disliked coming to Manipur. He hadn’t a good word to say for it, and I
felt very sorry for him, as he really seemed to dread the loneliness
terribly. Lonely it certainly was, and the outlook was worse for him
than it had been for us, as we had each other, and the regiment was four
miles off. He had no one. I knew well how the solitude would weigh on him
before many days were over. It had been dreadful work for me at times,
when my husband was kept in the office till late in the evening, and I
had to amuse myself as best I could from eleven in the morning until
dinner-time. There were no books or papers to be got under three weeks
or a month’s post, and then one had to buy one’s books, as there was no
going to a library for them. So I felt very sorry for poor Mr. Heath,
as he seemed far from strong into the bargain. However, I did my best
to cheer him up by taking him all round the gardens and over the house,
and showing him that, as far as the place went, he could not wish for a
better.
Then we went for a walk through the bazaar and on to the polo ground,
and eventually, when we returned in the evening, he seemed in a happier
frame of mind, and the band playing whilst we were at dinner cheered him
up considerably. But next day, when the time came for us to depart, he
was very gloomy, and as I was worse myself, I could not put on a pleasant
outward appearance. It was very hard to leave the place, having to bid
good-bye to all our pets, leaving them in the hands of the servants who
might or might not look after them. I took the three little monkeys with
me, as I would not part with them, and they were travellers already, as
they had come to Manipur with us. My husband did suggest letting them
loose in a large grove of mango-trees not far from the Residency that
was filled with monkeys which we often used to go and feed with rice and
plantains, but I knew how they fought amongst themselves, and how the big
ones bullied the little ones, so I preferred taking my three with us. I
took a last walk round the grounds, and almost directly after breakfast
our horses came to the door and we had to make a start. All the servants
that were remaining behind came and bid us good-bye, and some of the
red-coated Chupprassies gave us little presents of dried fruits and nuts.
We rode out of the place very slowly, but as soon as the quarter-guard
gates had closed behind us we put our ponies into a gallop, and never
stopped till three or four miles lay between us and the Residency, and
neither of us spoke much for the rest of the ten that limited our journey
that day.
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