91 The Image of War ; or, Service on the Chin Hills.
throwing a cheerful glow on the groups round each, the Chief of the village came and invited us to his mansion. It was a cold night
and some preferred the warmth of the fire _ ^^ ^ and
their post-prandial pipes and mugs of rum. A few of the hardier ones, however, went. The Chins formed a circle round a huge Yn jar, and the liquor had to be sucked out of the jar through a reed in the orthodox Chin fashion, the quantity each guest had to drink goats brought in as tribute.
being marked by a piece of stick. Each guest had to suck away till the liquid reached a certain level. To the Chin " this was nothing new," as the mule said
head-quarter camp at munlipi (klung-klung).
when it fell down the khud for the twentieth time. But it was a strain on thewhen it fell down the khud for the twentieth time. But it was a strain on the