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"Why?"
"God knows." After another pause, "Nana Shett give Mamletdar 500 rupee for not send his son to prison. Then Nana Shett's brother he fight with Nana Shett, so he write letter to Commissioner and tell him you come quietly and make inquire."
"The Mamletdar has been taking bribes, has he?"
"Everybody taking. Fouzdar take 200 rupee. Dipooty take 500 rupee."
"What! Does the Deputy Collector take bribes?"
"God knows. Black man very bad. All black man same like bad."
"Then are you not a black man?"
Tom smiles pleasantly and makes a fresh start.
"Colonel Saheb's madam got baby."
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
"Girl, sar. Colonel Saheb very angry."
"Why?"
"He say, 'I want boy. Why always girl coming?' Get very angry. Beat butler with stick."
OUR "NOWKERS"--THE MARCH PAST.
Shift your standpoint, and in each cringing menial you will see a black token of that Asiatic metamorphosis through which we all have passed. What a picture! Look at yourself as you stand there in purple sublimity, trailing clouds of darkness from the middle ages whence you come, planting your imperial foot on all the manly traditions of your own free country, and pleased with the grovelling adulations of your trembling serfs. And now it is not the angels who weep, but the Baboo of Bengal. His pale and earnest brow is furrowed with despair as he turns from you. For whither shall he turn? When his bosom palpitates with the intense joy of newborn aspirations for liberty, to whom shall he go if the Briton, the champion of the world's freedom, has drunk of Comus's cup and become an oriental satrap? Ah! there is still hope. The "large heart of England" beats still for him. In the land of John Hampden and Labouchere there are thousands yet untainted by the plague, who keep no servant, who will listen to the Baboo while he tells them about you, and perhaps return him to parliament.
POSTSCRIPT. THE GOWLEE, OR DOODWALLAH.
Gopal is a man of substance, owning many buffaloes and immensely fat Guzerat cows, with prodigious humps and large pendent ears. His family, having been connected for many generations with the sacred animal, he enjoys a certain consciousness of moral respectability, like a man whose uncles are deans or canons. In my mind, he is always associated rather with his buffaloes, those great, unwieldy, hairless, slate-coloured docile, intelligent antediluvians.
THE MISCELLANEOUS WALLAHS.
The 1/2 horse was a cow.
"I pray thee, peace. I will be flesh and blood."
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