side to a point whence I could see him. At the end of an
hour he had not changed his attitude in the least degree. It
was a curious and impressive exhibition of meekness and
patience, or fortitude or indifference, I did not know which.
But it worried me, and it was spoiling my morning. In fact,
it spoiled two hours of it quite thoroughly. I quitted this
vicinity, then, and left him to punish himself as much as he
might want to. But up to that time the man had not changed
his attitude a hair. He will always remain with me, I suppose;
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"IT WORRIED ME.".
his figure never grows vague in my memory. Whenever I read of Indian resignation, Indian patience under wrongs, hardships, and misfortunes, he comes before me. He becomes a personification, and stands for India in trouble. And for untold ages India in trouble has been pursued with the very remark which I was going to utter but didn't, because its meaning had slipped me: Jeldy jow! ("Come, shove along!") Why, it was the very thing.
In the early brightness we made a long drive out to the
