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And if additional spur were needed, the Babu supplied it. After a huge
meal at Kalka, he spoke uninterruptedly. Was Kim going to school? Then
he, an M. A. of Calcutta University, would explain the advantages of
education. There were marks to be gained by due attention to Latin and
Wordsworth's 'Excursion' (all this was Greek to Kim). French, too, was
vital, and the best was to be picked up in Chandernagore, a few miles
from Calcutta. Also a man might go far, as he himself had done, by
strict attention to plays called 'Lear' and 'Julius Caesar,' both much
in demand by examiners. 'Lear' was not so full of historical allusions
as 'Julius Caesar'; the book cost four annas, but could be bought
second-hand in Bow Bazar for two. Still more important than Wordsworth,
or the eminent authors, Burke and Hare, was the art and science of
mensuration. A boy who had passed his examination in these
branches--for which, by the way, there were no cram-books--could, by
merely marching over a country with a compass and a level and a straight
eye, carry away a picture of that country which might be sold for large
sums in coined silver. But as it was occasionally inexpedient to carry
about measuring-chains, a boy would do well to know the precise length
of his own foot-pace, so that when he was deprived of what Hurree
Chunder called 'adventitious aids' he might still tread his distances.
To keep count of thousands of paces, Hurree Chunder's experience had
shown him nothing more valuable than a rosary of eighty-one or a hundred
and eight beads, for 'it was divisible and sub-divisible into many
multiples and sub-multiples.' Through the volleying drifts of English,
Kim caught the general trend of the talk, and it interested him very
much. Here was a new craft that a man could tuck away in his head; and
by the look of the large wide world unfolding itself before him, it
seemed that the more a man knew the better for him.
[Illustration: 'I am the woman of Shamlegh.']
Said the Babu when he had talked for an hour and a half, 'I hope some
day to enjoy your offeecial acquaintance. Ad interim, if I may be
pardoned that expression, I shall give you this betel-box which is
highly valuable article and cost me two rupees only four years ago.' It
was a cheap, heart-shaped brass thing with three compartments for
carrying the eternal betel-nut, lime and pan-leaf; but it was filled
with little tabloid-bottles. 'That is reward of merit for your
performance in character of that holy man. You see, you are so young you
think you will last for ever and not take care of your body. It is great
nuisance to go sick in the middle of business. I am fond of drugs
myself, and they are handy to cure poor people too. These are good
departmental drugs--quinine and so on. I give it you for souvenir. Now
good-bye. I have urgent private business here by the roadside.'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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