The Silken East ^
simple in its character, almost limitless in its fascination. One can describe in a minute what one can look upon with unflagging interest for hours.
Considering the men, it will be seen that, of the buyers, many are foreigners. Here is one, scant of clothing, heavy of paunch, shaven as to his headaa
Chetti. He is backed by a hundred thousand pounds of capital. A yard away is a little man who talks English mellifluously. He is the son of a local Croesus, whose house, carved and wrought in stone, overlooks the market-place. Father and son are Hindus of Amritsar, small-headed, mean-looking, insignificant of figure, as you would think they were of brain. There