61 The Image of War ; or, Service on the Chin Hills.
their refined palates, they screwed up their faces, spat on the ground, and handed the stuff back with the intimation that it was " Atahlo "abad! Sugar, gour, salt, and rum were what they mainly appreciated.
Sometimes wre had to send up signal-rockets to communicate with other columns. These made a profound impression on the savages. The roar of astonishment that burst from them as they watched the rockets hissing up into the heavens, was like the sound of many waters. They believed we accomplished all this by the agency of Nats.
The J^at and the Godfather.
The Chins are demonaor Nat-worshippers. Each household has got its own special Nat. On one occasion a woman who did not exactly know who the father of her child was, and was consequently uncertain under the protection of whose Nat her brat would come, thought she would settle the matter satisfactorily by
Dynamiting fetched them, s o m e t h ing water ; lows a lit-and behold! come up numbers. If they that, how save them !
who secured all the best fish in a few minutes without the least trouble, while they took days and days to catch a few fish in spite of all their traps and snares.'' So thought our friends the Chins.
AFTERNOON TEA IN CAMP.
fish also greatly "You throw into the then fol-tle splash, the fish dead in How simple ! could only do much trouble it would Here were these strangersfish also greatly "You throw into the then fol-tle splash, the fish dead in How simple ! could only do much trouble it would Here were these strangers