My three years in Manipur : $b and escape from the recent mutinyGrimwood, Ethel St. Clair
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My three years in Manipur : $b and escape from the recent mutiny
Grimwood, Ethel St. Clair
Grimwood, Ethel St. Clair, 1867-1928; Manipur (India)
Moonia presented a petition soon afterwards, and my husband had to try
the case, which he proceeded to do in the veranda of the Residency.
The evidence was very conflicting. All the complainant’s witnesses
bore testimony against her, and _vice-versâ_; and the language of the
principal parties concerned was very voluble and abusive. The ayah made
a great sensation, however, by producing the log of wood she had been
beaten with, covered with hair and blood, and the clothes she had worn
at the time, in a similar gory condition. The hair in the stick was very
cleverly arranged. Where it had originally come from was not easy to
define; but it was stuck in bunches the whole length of the stick, and
must have been a work of time and ingenuity. However, there were many
exclamations of commiseration for the complainant, and eventually the
defendant was fined one rupee, and bound over to keep the peace.
Then ensued a funny scene. The ayah argued that the fine imposed was not
heavy enough, and the adversary threatened her with more violence as soon
as she should leave the presence of the Sahib; and they swore gaily at
each other, as only two native women know how to swear, and had to be
conveyed from the court in different directions by a small guard of the
43rd Ghoorkas, who were mightily amused at the whole business. I thought
at the time that should the Chupprassie’s wife ever get an opportunity of
wreaking vengeance on the ayah, she was just the sort of woman to make
that revenge a deep one; and I pitied the ayah if she ever fell into her
hands. The day did come before very long; but of that I shall speak later
on.
Our Chupprassies were very useful, but very lazy, and puffed up with
pride in their own loveliness. Their red coats with the ‘V.R.’ buttons,
covered with gold braid, lent them much dignity; and there were many
little offices which they absolutely refused to perform because they
wore the Queen’s livery, and considered themselves too important. For
instance, I requested four of them once to go into the garden and catch
grasshoppers out of the long grass with which to feed a cage full
of little birds. One of the four alone condescended to go; the rest
solemnly refused, saying that they could not demean themselves by such a
performance, and that I must get the Naga boys out of the village to do
it for them. And I had to give in to them ignominiously.
These ten Chupprassies were all supposed to be interpreters of some kind
or another; but for the most part they could speak no other dialect but
their own, whatever that happened to be, and had no idea of translating
it into any other tongue.
Altogether, they were decidedly more ornamental than useful. Two of them
rode extremely well, and they acted as my jockeys in some pony-races
which the Senaputti got up one Christmas Day, amongst other sports, for
the amusement of our Sepoys and his own.
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