Word: hut
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...anywhere and my children go to school, but I am still a sweeper, and my pay of 65 rupees a month does not buy me what 20 used to." The sweeper had not even heard of the Constituent Assembly, which was sitting only three miles from his mud hut. Told about the abolition of untouchability, he said sourly: "I would like to see the day when some of these words are turned into action...
Like a Scabrous Disease. Inside the headquarters hut, as Li splashed water on his face from a basin, the adjutant said the general had had a good night. He had been able to sleep from midnight until 3 in the morning. Over breakfast the general explained disconsolately that he had not been able to take his objective. Although a thousand shells had been poured into the village, the Communists had held their line and mustered enough strength to send a counterattack within a mile of the general's headquarters. "We will take it today," he said with determination...
...meal's end the general escorted us to our hut, apologizing again for the rough quarters. Through the bright moonlight Chinese air force planes droned continuously overhead, some with bombs which dropped with a heavy concussion, some with supplies to be parachuted to encircled General Huang. Artillery, which was dug in behind the village, kept up an intermittent fire-first came the muzzle blast, then the scream of the shell overhead, then a distant crunch as the shell exploded...
Next day I got ready to accompany a group of "have-money people" on a flight from Peiping to Shanghai. Under the curved roof of a windowless Quonset hut at Peiping airfield, 40 people huddled in the dim light around a tiny coal stove. A flimsy door banged open, and the airline manager poked his head in and announced that the plane was due in 15 minutes. But instead of the scheduled DC-4, it would be a bucket-seat, twin-engine C-46. A tall Chinese in a long, fur-lined gown plucked off his fedora hat and rubbed...
...heavyset, spectacled Chinese in a black overcoat with brown fur collar separated himself from the group at the stove, and paced slowly back & forth across the width of the hut. He talked readily. He was General Hu Chia-yi, former Mukden garrison commander. He had left Mukden on the last Chinese Air Force plane to get off in the last few days before Mukden's fall. His force of 500 military police was the city's only defense. What did he think of the government strategy in Manchuria? He hesitated. "Pu-tui-ti" (Mistaken), he said, and resumed...