28 The Image of War ; or, Service on the Chin Hills.
enjoyment. It must have been a blunt razor too, for the grating it produced could be heard in all our tents.
die Clip our flair.
Hair-brushing, too, was a superfluous luxury, so most of us had our heads
down to the skin with mule shears. It did improve our appearance, but, on the contrary, we looked remarkably like a batch of released convicts. However, it was comfortable, though decidedly cold at night. One officer revelled in the delights of a nightcap, and he did not mind ; but the rest of us, who had come unprepared for this contingency, had to sleep in our forage-caps. If clippers wrere not available, the company-barber (either European or native) performed
IN CAMP : WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO EAT.
on us with equal success.
We abandon TubbingaShoeking I
Our bathing arrangements w7ere primitive, and generally done in our basin or pony-buckets. At first we tried bathing in the ^^MHfe^ streams, but this was always followed by fever, and we to give it up. With the intense cold and other drawbacks, no one rose tubbing. It could not be doi price ; and " when you cannot do what you wTill, you must do what you can ; " that is, we did without it, like our friends the Chins, except
in camp : political officer having friendly chat with his friendlies.in camp : political officer having friendly chat with his friendlies.