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THE CHINA MAIL, FRIDAY, AUGUST 19,
9, 1956.
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"I beg your pardon, gentlemen-one of my samples must have gone off in my bag."
DID IT HAPPEN?
HE grey dust hung, thick and stifling, over the track which ran through the desolate sisal jungles of the Tamu Valley. It was desperately hot, and no breadth of air lifted
the enervating closeness of the atmosphere or stirred the lifeless leaves of the sisal trees.
It
Behind our Jeep as we moved cautiously along the bumpy track the dust billowed in a green cloud. never quite caught us up but, like a fabulous genie escaping from its bottle it ballooned and surged in the still air, finally dropping in almost solid particles on the road verges and on the bent figures of the refugees who plodded wearily in small groups towards the far-off haven of India.
Over everything hovered the sickly scent of death and decay. The cause of this lay partly hidden in the leaves and bushes of the There rested the close pressing jungles.
refugees who had failed to reach the security they sought, and who had died as they walked along th dreary road. They had died of smalipo., of cholera, of exhaustion or just old age, and where they had died they lay with the buzzing flies as their
mourners and the drying sisal leaves as their graveclothes.
I was returning to Corps HQ from a liaison visit to the of the Army of rearguard Burmo, then engaged with the pursuing Japs at Kalewa, on the Chindwin River. With me in my Jeep were my orderly and a Junior staf officer. But we hod other
In passengers.
front. the scated uncomfortably on broad bennet of the Jeep, were three old ladies. Behind, shar- Ing the cramped space with my orderly,
three other refugees, one man and two little girls.
were
Two children
P
The man held his two children bosom. clasped lightly to his
They were both dead and, in fact, had been dead for an un- comfortably long time, but the man was crazed with grlet and suffering
and would not loose his bables. I had not realised the situation when I stopped to pick them up. The three ancient old ladies on the bonnet were friends. I had first come across them just north of Mandalay and had given them a lift back to Shwebo.
They were Anglo-Indians apd had lost, or been deserted by, their menfolk. The eldest was an old crone of well over sixty. She was bent nearly double with arthritis and rheumatism, *and she pottored along supported by two sticks. Her hair tangled mat of white and she looked exactly like one of the Macbeth witches. But for all her age and infirmity
she was the
was
"Mamma is nick, will you help us, please?"
BURMA ROAD
-a story of courage
· FACT or FICTION? Did this story really happen? That is the problem you are asked
to solve. Look for the answer on Monday
Mapor-generat
by H. L.
Davies
Henry Lowria Davis, CA, CEE, 050 and MC, is a Military Moo. Ha hat served his country from iceland to Arokhon and, after 32 years in the Indian Army, come home and entered the Ministry of Food In 1968. At the time this story happened or could have happened -he was on Field-morshat Silar's stoff. in 1948 he married and, at 37, thras at Hammersmith and belongs to guess which club ?— the Haval and Military.
wo approached.
....
few bisculls and a promise of a drive in the ear, she was indured to join the wɩmen, on the bonnet, and we resumed our drive.
In an hour or so we reached Tamu, and I handed over my load of refugees to
the over
the staff of worked Indlan refugee centre. The child went of hand in hand with the old woman towards the soup kit chen. The crazy man with his two dead bebles was led gently away by a young Indian volun- teer student, one of the refugee camp staff. I did not ervy him the task of disposing of the babies.
Before going on to Corps HQ I had further word with the old women,
weakness I had ever seen her display. Then the old Indomit- able grin, appeared again and she gave a hoarse laugh.
"They couldn't make it," she said,
"It was too cold for them In the hills and they gave up. in up and died."
"And now what of youself?" I said. "Do you think you can make the rest of the journey?" "Colonel man.", she replied, "I'm almost dead but not quite, and now I've got something to And she go on living for." indicated the child in her arms.
Dry laugh
"I'll make it all right and I'll see that the baby is fixed be- fore I die. I've got friends in India when I get there. Don't worry about me or the child; you go on and get busy with chasing the
where Japs back they came from.”.
I pushed my wallet gently Anto her
her hand; it contained a "Molher." I said, "can you few ten-rupee notes that I had been carrying round uselessly help the child?"
"Don't worry, Colonel man," wilt help you a bit when!
we abandoned Rangoon.
she said with her dry guffaw, "I take care of her.
You go you
back to your soldiers and leave
Fortnight later
leader and driving spirit in that ing back from the road and on party of three, Her two sisters, the tracit itself a small figure her with me" slightly younger but almost stood waving to us urgently as equally infirm, were content follow her lead
and to accept her decisions. Always, however I stopped the Jeep and got out. intolerable the conditions, sho A little Madrassi girl, about aix was cheerful, joking with every years old, was standing there, ce she met and encouraging and She came up to me and said in stiffening the fading morale of Hindustani, "Mamma is sick; her sisters....
will you help us please?" į
On foot
were
" I
10
at
railhead said. "God go with
you, Mother, and I'm proud to bent down have known you." and kissed, her
creased ford-
bead. Sho gave her dry tough
"Thank again.
you, Colonel A fortnight later, having seen man," she said. "You are the the Burma first man to kiss me for over the rearguard of Army through the supporting. 30 years."
I climbed into my Jeep and troops from India who standing guard on the Assam turned round to wave to her na hills, I passed
the road. She was standing up holding the baby with opo hand, and the ralaod har stick in salute with the other.
I followed her into the copso an route to railhead, phai we turned the corner back to
miles in the course of a day; bonnet called out; "What's the
The old crone on the Jeep was pouring with rain, for the
of the d
with
man."
I
I never saw her again. WORLD COPYRIGHT RESERVED
DID IT REALLY HAPPEN?
YES
NO
Lemons, Sweets To Ease 35,000-Mile Trip
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where her mother ty In the Outside the little township shade of a slaat tree. It was we passed the Imphal refugee For many weary weeks these evident we could do nothing for centre. I told my driver to enter three old women had pursued her. She was dead, possibly of the camp. There were hundreds their tortured way along the exhaustion, maybe of smallpox: of refug
refugcos sitting about in the refugee road, sometimes on foot at least not from cholera.
miserabla "basha sheds, walt- staggering along may be fivo
It something to happen, ang ter occasionally sharing a lift in a
monsoon bad broken and every- milltary vehicle
other matter, Colonel
She thing was wet, cold and muddy. fortunate ones over a few miles always called me Colonel man.
In a comer of the comp I replied that the girl's track.
mother was dead and that we located my old lady. She was As she sat uncasily on the Jeep must take the child on to the little girl asleep in her arms above and keep this panel by you
sitting
the ground with the Put your tick in the specs bonnet, the Indomitable old next rofugee station. "Glva
tomarrow. When“ the woman turned round towards me mo the baby" she said, we 300 mind at me as I puntil
will look after Hor"
proached, and grinned.
be given-with answer will "Hullo, Colonel man,” she snother story in this serina bycji Lurching along the uneven. I explained to the child as said, "Here we are, you ment
John Vornny weas. track we came to an open wireich best I could that her mother Enokent round. "Where bra of country whors the direct rays was asleep and we did not your aletew - Motherzig I asked. of the mar struck down unmertie werkt to wake, her wha, mise, 5-For a split wecorch her face, fully on the parched ground, was so tired spárter, sound creased and tears, dimmond kil There wast a litum, copee stand," hiwaijartizan, manda ancouraged by a VR/ARWIN the otky," sign ne
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BY JACQUELINE ENGERT
Mexico City. they both love drawing. Or "ORRIED about how Charles is quiet for hours with
the children
a few plastic cars and a little will
plastic train which he buzzes stand up to holiday up and down on imaginary travel this year? Then just journeys to Timbuctoo. Playing think of the 35,000-mile shops, with wrapped aweets journey on
which the and odd coins, is a favourite
Rame" Hayman-Chaffey family are now starting.
Each member of the Haymaa- Chaffey family team is allowed Bearded, 33-year-old Bri- one suitcase. Mr Hayman- tigh painter, Frederick will be one shirt, one pair of Chaffey: "In my suitcase thera
Hayman-Chaffey, his attrac trousers and the rest will prob- tive 31-year-old wife, ably be paintings-so that I can Patricia, and their two hold an exhibition en route it blando children, Susan,
seven, und Charles, three,' will be on the road for 16 months. They are setting out from Mexico City, where they have lived for three years; they finish on the cross-Channel steamer from Calnis to Dover and home in Britain.
This is their route: by bus to Costa Rica, fruit boat to Panama, bout to Venezuela, bus from Caracas to Bogata, buses and trains to Santiago, Chile, across the Andes on a train and into Paraguay, bont bus to Brazil, cargo Cape Town, South buses wherever through Africa to Syrin,
THE HAYMAN-CHAFFEY FAMILY
Mrs
"I'11
bo
most of the
and we get short of money," boat to Hayman-Chaffey: wearing trousers Africa, me. But I shall have to take possible
along a glamorous dress in caso Egypt, we are invited to receptions." wear mostly Greece, The children will Turkey, Yugoslavia, Italy, France shirts and jeans, and Susan will and England. They hope to be allowed a doll. arrive in England at the end of 1956.
TRAVEL LIGHT
Married in 1940, the Huyman- Chaffeys began their roaming on fool. Then they bought a tandem Travelling on the and started Continent when Susan was six weeks old. When she was three, And this is Mrs Hayman- she travelled with her parents on buses through Chaffey's advice (from ex- 2,000 miles
northern
ern Africa.
Charles was perience) to travelling bom in Majorca, and in 1952 mothers: "Travel light of the family moved to Mexclo. and without num- Mrs Hayman-Chaffey worked as course, bers
the of small
secretary packages a
in
British Put main Embassy, and for a year Mr which get lost. items into a suitcase. But Hayman-Challey gave lessons in
English and
Embassy handbag night-guard. always have containing a damp flannel and small hand towel to freshen up grubby hands
Susan, chats
to anyone and faces; some boiled
Spanish, French or English. But sweets and lemons
(never charles speaks only
Spanish chocolate or oranges 019 learned in Mexico,
one
these can cause
tummy
was an
·
NOT WORRIED
In
For the journey home from
trouble); plaster and an Mexico, the Hayman-Chaffeys ointment with a penicillin have £3,000. This is more base for inevitable than necessary,"
"The boiled sweets
A
Says
Mr
scratches; safety pins.. Hayman-Chaffey, "but there may be an emergency. We will travel wherever possible by bug convenient way of taking sugar; and we avoid aeroplanes if
And d they keep off fatigue.
I will make sketches stuff, we can. although chewing-gum is a help in moun- for paintings along the route and each evening we plan to sit down tain country; chewing helps at and write down our impressions. block the cars. Little Jackets We also hope to wonderful
I hate
זיי
tho
Д
of animal skin are a protection against sudden chills, documentary film in colour."
We are not at
at all worried adds:
dress my children in light cotton shirts to, Mrs Hayman-Chaffey, "We think about the children," comments protect their fair skins from the
She
run in hot climates. Their feet they are reasonably immune to most things. But on long are kept covered to avoid insect journeys in the tropics you cer- tainly have to have your wija about you.
sunhats.
bites, and they wear Raincoats are always handy,
"If the children get bored
Their only reason for making with travelling, I keep them such R roundabout, journey amused with pencils and paper home-"We all love to travel"
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