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Through the Mud. On the Goa border near the town of Banda last week while the sullen monsoon rains fell, some 60 satyagrahis, watched by a small group of foreign newsmen, unfurled India's tricolors and squashed through the mud towards Goa, shouting "Goa India ek hail" (Goa and India are one). In a stone customs post at the border were ten Portuguese and Goan policemen armed with rifles and Sten guns. Half concealed in thick bush behind them were white Portuguese and Negro soldiers from Mozambique. The satyagrahis had advanced 30 feet inside the Goa border when...
What happened near Banda was repeated with variations at five other points around Goa's 184-mile border with India. From the Indian town of Castle Rock, 185 satyagrahis began marching into a railroad tunnel, intending to come out within a few yards of the border, but soldiers awaiting them fired down the tunnel, killing six. At the day's end 22 satyagrahis had been killed, and scores wounded...
...Chifwamba." The Congress, dedicated to passive resistance, was almost as surprised as the authorities by the violence in Nguru land. But it was quick to capitalize on the trouble to press its own campaign against federation. Its leader is 43-year-old Hastings Banda, who left Nyasaland 21 years ago, got a U.S. education (University of Chicago), makes his home in London's Buckingham Palace Road but keeps in close touch with Ny-asaland's native politicians. Most of the chieftains back Banda's Congress (those who don't are being deposed, like the headman...
Sunday 5 a.m. we arrived at our jumping-off point. . . . Try and sleep and find it impossible and then the news comes through that our plans have to be changed. The road to El Wak is mined and the Banda are strung in front of the fort in very large numbers and it's our job with A Company in front to mop them...
...awake to the sound of scurrying feet and rat-a-tat-tat, peeng, bang! We're being fired on from the bush, and shots and ricochets are whizzing past our heads. I'm perfectly unafraid. . . . Our troops near the bush return the fire and the Banda . . . fade into the night. ... At 2:30 a.m. enemy firing starts in earnest. They're firing right down our lines, the peeng of their ricochets strikes me as being as funny as hell. ... In the meantime our machine guns open fire and we lob two mortar shells into the bush...