OutA Servants again.
Our servants are a motley crew. There are representatives from the north, south, east and west of India, as well as from Burma, and even beyond. They apparently do not give their masters complete satisfaction, if one is to judge by the language one hears on all sides, not onlv
at dinner time, but also the last thing at night and the first thing in the morning :a
" Are you not going to give me something to eat, you villain ?"
" Why mayn't I have something to drink ? "
" Blue blazes ! the cook has made this curry too hot ! " shouts someone, as he mops his perspiration-bedewed brow, and his eyes water and twinkle from the warmth of the ctirry.
" No ! it's an excellent curry ! " shout others in derision ; " it's not a bit hot."
" What have you done with the cold fowl and eggs, you rogue ? "
" Done giving to dogs, master ! "
" You incarnation of a liar ! "
" You'll all have your pay cut. De'il a sou will any of you get this month."
"You have drunk the rum, you scoundrel. I'll thrash you ! Get out of my sight ! "
" I speak true word, master ; I no drink. Rum fall out on way."
our servants.our servants.