Samagudting--Unhealthy quarters--A callous widower--Want of
water--Inhabitants of the Naga Hills--Captain Butler--Other
officials--Our life in the wilds--A tiger carries off the
postman--An Indian forest--Encouragement.
My first impressions of Samagudting, were anything but favourable. It
was eminently a "make-shift place." It had been occupied by us as
a small outpost, from time to time, between 1846 and 1851, but it
was never fit for a permanent post of more than twenty-five men,
as the water supply was bad, there being no springs, and only a few
water holes which were entirely dependent on the uncertain rainfall. A
small tank had been constructed, but it was 500 feet below the summit,
so that water was sold at an almost prohibitive rate. All articles
of food were scarce, dear and bad, wood was enormously dear, and to
crown all, the place was unhealthy and constantly enveloped in fog.
Samagudting [5] ought never to have been occupied, and would not
have been, had the Government taken ordinary precautions to verify
the too roseate reports of an officer who wished to see it adopted
as the headquarters of a new district, as a speedy road to promotion,
and subsequent transfer to a more favoured appointment. The report in
question which, among other things, mentioned the existence of springs
of water, that existed only in imagination, having once been accepted
by the authorities, and a large expenditure incurred, it became a
very invidious task for future Political Agents to unmask the affair,
and proclaim the extreme unsuitability of Samagudting for a station.
Many other good and healthy sites were available, and I believe that
our dealings with the Nagas were greatly retarded, by the adoption
of such an unsuitable post. As it was, having made our road over the
hill, it was necessary to climb an ascent of over two thousand feet,
and an equal descent, before entering the really important portion
of the Angami Naga country. I at once saw that the right entrance
lay by the Diphoo Panee Gorge, and I recommended its adoption. I
began to make this road during the Naga Hills Campaign of 1879-80,
and it has since been regularly used.
Having said all that there was to say against Samagudting, it is
only fair to mention its good points. First, though never so cold in
the winter, as the plains, the temperature was never so high in the
hot and rainy seasons; and when the weather was fine, it was very
enjoyable. The views from the hill were magnificent. To the south,
the Burrail range, from which a broad and undulating valley divided
us. To the west, a long stretch of hills and forests. To the east,
the valley of the Dunseree, bordered by the Rengma and Lotah Naga
hills, a vast forest, stretching as far as the eye could reach,
with here and there a large patch of high grass land, one of which
many miles in extent, was the Rengma Putha, a grand elephant catching
ground in old times, where many a noble elephant became a victim to
the untiring energy of the Bengali elephant phandaits or noosers,
from the Morung. [6] To the north, the view extended over a pathless
forest, the first break being the Doboka Hills. Behind these, a long
bank of mist showed the line of the Burrhampooter, while on clear
days in the cold weather, we might see the dark line of the Bhootan
Hills, with the snowy peaks of the Himalayas towering above them. [7]
Altogether, it was a sight once seen, never to be forgotten.
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Samagudting.
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There was a footpath all round the hill, which, after a little
alteration of level here and there, and a little repairing, where
landslips had made it unsafe, was delightful for a morning or evening
walk or ride. As my wife was fond of botany, she found a subject of
never-ending interest in the many wild flowers, ferns, and climbing
plants, and soon grew accustomed to riding along the edge of a dizzy
precipice.
Our private establishment consisted of ten or twelve servants in all,
including a girl of the Kuki tribe, named Bykoout, who assisted the
ayah; a very small establishment for India. Servants in Assam are
bad and difficult to keep. Most of mine were imported, but, with the
exception of my two faithful Bhooyas, Seewa and Keptie, and a syce
(groom), by name Peewa, they were all soon corrupted, though some had
been with me for years. Seewa once said to me, "The influence here
is so bad, that we too shall be corrupted if we stay long." Seewa was
quite a character. One day I got a letter from one of his relations,
asking me to tell him that his wife was dead. I remembered her well;
it was a love match, and she had run away with him. I feared it would
be such a blow, that I felt quite nervous about telling him, and put it
off till the evening, when, with a faltering voice, I broke the news as
gently as I could. Instead of the outburst of grief I had looked for,
he quietly asked, "What did she die of?" I said, "Fever." He replied,
"Oh, yes, I thought it must be that. Will you write and see that all
her property is made over to my brother, otherwise some of her people
may steal it?"
The state of things at Samagudting was very discouraging. I resented
seeing the Government and the establishment being charged famine prices
for everything, by the Nagas and Khyahs; also the general squalor which
prevailed, and which I felt need not exist. It was the inheritance
of the hand-to-mouth system in which everything had been commenced
in early days. However, my wife set me an example of cheerfulness,
and I made up my mind to remedy all the evils I could. First, the
supply system was attacked, and I made arrangements with some old
Khyah friends at Golaghat, to send up large supplies of rice and
other kinds of food, and as the season advanced, I encouraged such of
the military police as could be spared to take up land at Dimapur,
and cultivate. For ourselves, I bought two cows at Borpathar, and
established them at Nichu Guard, whence my gardener brought up the milk
every day. In a short time we were more comfortable than could have
been expected, and there was the additional satisfaction of seeing
that the arrangements for cheaper food for the establishment proved
successful. Water was the standing difficulty; we had to depend upon
the caprice of the Naga water-carriers, and frequently my wife's
bath, filled ready for the next morning, had to be emptied in the
evening to provide water for cooking our evening meal! Sometimes I
got clean water for drinking from the Diphoo Panee, otherwise what
we had was as if it had been taken from a dirty puddle. The want
of water prevented our having a garden near our house; we had a few
hardy flowers, including the shoe-flower--a kind of hibiscus--roses,
and passion-flower. Such vegetable-garden as we had was at Nichu Guard,
where the soil was good, and water plentiful.
Our house was watertight, and that was the best that could be said
for it. It was thatched, with walls of split bamboos and strengthened
by wooden posts; there were no glass windows, and the doors and
shutters were of split bamboo tied together; the mud floor was also
covered with thin split bamboos, and had to be swept constantly,
as the dust worked through. We had one sitting-room, a bed-room,
bath-room, pantry, and store-room, the latter full of rats. Snakes
occasionally visited us, and a day or two after we had settled in,
a cat rushed in while we were at breakfast, jumped on my knee and
took away the meat from my plate, and bit and scratched me when I
tried to catch her. My dressing-room was the shade of a tree outside,
where I bathed Anglo-Indian camp fashion, substituting a large hollow
bamboo for the usual mussuk, or skin of water.
We arrived at Samagudting on January 23rd, 1874, and by the beginning
of February felt quite old residents; hill-walking no longer tired me,
and we had made acquaintance with all the Nagas of the village, and of
many others, and were on quite friendly terms with "Jatsole," the chief
of Samagudting, a shrewd far-seeing man, with great force of character.
I have mentioned the Burrail range, and the valley separating
us. Besides Samagudting there were two other villages on our side,
Sitekima, on the opposite bank of the Diphoo Panee Gorge, and
Tesephima, on outlying spurs of Samagudting. I say Samagudting,
as it has become the common appellation, but correctly speaking it
should be Chumookodima.
On the side of the Burrail facing us, were villages belonging to
a tribe we call Kutcha Nagas, a race inferior in fighting power to
the Angamis, but not unlike them in appearance, though of inferior
physique. These villages were formerly inhabited by Cacharees. [8]
On February 4th, I had a letter from Captain Butler, saying that
he would be at Kohima in a day or two, and asking me to meet him
there. He said that three of the police would be a sufficient escort. I
accordingly took three men, and started on the 6th, marching to Piphima
twenty-one miles, and the next morning another twenty-one into Kohima,
two very hard marches. I was glad to renew my acquaintance with Butler,
whom I had known when he first landed in India in 1861, and I was in
Fort William, studying for my Hindustani examination. He was a fine
manly fellow, admirably fitted to conduct an expedition, where pluck
and perseverance were required. Here, I also met Dr. Brown, Political
Agent of Manipur, and Captain (now Colonel) Badgley and Lieutenant
(now Colonel C.B.) Woodthorpe, R.E., of the survey, also Lieutenant
(now Major V.C.) Ridgeway, 44th N.I., I spent a pleasant evening,
discussing various subjects with Captain Butler, and early on the
8th started on my return journey.
Captain Butler had done the whole forty-two miles into Samagudting
in one day, and I determined to attempt it, and succeeded, though
the last 2000 feet of ascent to my house was rather hard, tired as I
was. My wife did not expect me, but I had arranged to fire three shots
from my rifle as a signal, if I arrived at any time by night; this I
did about 500 feet below my house, and I at once saw lanterns appear
far above me, and in a quarter of an hour, or twenty minutes, I was
at my door. The sound of firing at 9 P.M. created quite a sensation
among the weak-nerved ones on the hill, but it was good practice for
the sentries to be kept on the alert. Ever after, three shots from
a rifle or a revolver, were always my signal when I neared home,
and often in after years were they heard in the dead of night, when
I was thought to be miles away. My wife used to say that it kept the
people in good order, never knowing when to expect me. I think it did.
Life was never monotonous. I took long walks, after our morning
walk round the hill, to inspect roads and bridges--a very important
work. Then I attended Cutcherry (the court of justice) and heard cases,
often with a loaded revolver in my hand, in case of any wild savage
attempting to dispute my authority; then I finished off revenue work,
of which there was little, and went home, had a cup of tea, visited
hospitals and gaol, if I had not already done so; and afterwards
went for an evening walk with my wife, round the hill or through
the village.
Sometimes duty took me to the plains, and we had a most delightful
march to the Nambor hot springs, when I arranged to have a rest
house built at Nowkatta, between Dimapur and Hurreo Jan. We reached
the last place, just after a dreadful catastrophe had occurred. The
rest house was raised on posts, six feet above the ground. One night
when the man carrying the dak (post) had arrived from Borpathar,
he hung up the letter bag under the house on a peg, and having had
his evening meal, retired to rest in the house with one or two other
travellers. Suddenly a huge tiger rushed up the steps, sprang through
the open door, and seizing one of the sleepers, bounded off into
the forest with him. One of my police who was there snatched up his
rifle, pursued the tiger and fired, making him drop the man, but life
was extinct, and when we arrived, there was a huge bloodstain on the
floor, at least a yard long. Strange to say, the letter bag was on one
occasion carried off by a tiger, but afterwards recovered, uninjured
save by tooth marks. The policeman was promoted for his gallantry.
The day after leaving Hurreo Jan, we met a party of Rengma Nagas coming
to see me, with some little presents. They were the men who helped to
kill the panther, that wounded me in 1862, [9] and they brought with
them the son of one of their number, who was killed by the infuriated
beast, a fine lad of fifteen; needless to say, that I rewarded these
friendly people, whom I had not seen for twelve years. We halted a
day or two at the springs, as I had to visit Golaghat on business,
and unfortunately missed seeing a herd of wild elephants caught, a
sight I had wished my wife to see. She did see the stockade, but the
elephants had been already taken out. I hope farther on to describe
an elephant drive.
I do not know a more agreeable place to halt at than the hot springs
in former days. In cold weather before the mosquitoes had arrived
it was perfect rest. A little opening in the tall dark forest, in
the centre some scrub jungle, including fragrant wild lemons and
citrons, with the pool in the midst; a babbling stream flowed all
round the opening, on the other side of which was a high bank. The
bathing was delightful, and could be made quite private for ladies,
by means of a cloth enclosure, well known to the Assamese by the name
of "Ar Kapor." Then the occasional weird cry of the hoolook ape, and
the gambols of numerous monkeys in the tall trees on the high bank,
gave plenty of interest to the scene, had the general aspect of the
place failed in its attractions.
Soon after our return to headquarters, the survey party arrived
from the interior of the hills, and after a few days' rest, departed
for their summer quarters. Captain Butler then started for England,
and Mr. Needham came in to Samagudting.
Thus left in charge for a considerable period, I felt justified
in doing more than I should have done, had my stay only been of
a temporary nature, and I went most thoroughly into all questions
connected with the hills and their administration. My long experience
in charge of a native state full of wild hill tribes, and my personal
knowledge of many of the Naga and other wild tribes of Assam (a
knowledge that went back as far as 1860), were a great help to me,
as I was consequently not new to the work. The eastern frontier had
always been to my mind the most interesting field of work in India,
and now it was for me to learn all I could.