Illustrations of political economy, Volume 7 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 7 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
Captain Cinnamon bent his turbaned head in a profound obeisance to the
little girl, as well as to her father, which the young lady returned as
if she had been the far-famed pearl queen of the olden time. Alice’s
father and mother were more amused than they ought to have been at the
airs of consequence she assumed among the natives, and did not
discourage the haughtiness with which she naturally returned their
homage. Mr. Carr’s own manner, adapted to those he had to deal with, was
a bad example for her.
“I’ll tell you what, captain, you must take more care of your charge. I
am certain there is a great deal of pilfering going on in this garden,
and you are answerable to the Company for it.”
The captain was all humility: but how should there be thefts? For what
purpose, as the peelers could not sell this commodity.
“But others besides peelers may help themselves, and do.”
“The English gentlemen from the fort ride through the garden,” modestly
suggested the captain.
“Nonsense! do you suppose they steal cinnamon? I tell you I saw a head
pop up yonder, and a motion among the shrubs, where neither cutting nor
barking is going on: look there, and you will find a thief, depend upon
it.”
The captain owned that, secure as the Company was of no interference
with their monopoly of the bark while the garden was under his care, it
was difficult to prevent persons from entering to pluck the fruit. It
was so easy to pull and carry away the fruit unobserved, and it was so
precious to the people, and of so little use to the Company, that Mr.
Carr’s predecessor had connived at the practice, and desired Captain
Cinnamon to do so too. As Mr. Carr thought differently, however, the
peasants of the jungle should be humbled beneath his feet. In a trice,
half a score of peelers were called from their work to hunt the thief;
and a grand show of zeal they made in beating among the shrubs, and
uttering cries.
“There, that will do,” said Mr. Carr, when Alice had pointed out the
gradual retreat of the moving thing (as shown by the twitching of the
bushes) towards the ditch which bounded the garden. “This will frighten
him: now let him escape.”
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