Siam and Laos, as Seen by Our American Missionaries
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Siam and Laos, as Seen by Our American Missionaries
Laos -- Description and travel; Missions -- Laos; Missions -- Thailand; Thailand -- Description and travel
One day, as our attendant was leading me to our teaching-hall, we were
near meeting a lady of high rank with her long train of servants. Now,
I did not require my attendant to crouch before me, and she would
naturally infer that with her I would prostrate myself in the presence
of this lady of rank. So, touching my arm, she warned me of the
approach of the royal personage, expecting me to meet her as an
inferior and prostrate myself before her. “Oh,” I said, “I am an
American; our customs are different from yours.” I had met this lady
before, and she knew me and met me with a pleasant salutation, while
my attendant and all the train of maidens were down to the earth in a
moment. Now, the natural thought among these prostrate ones would be,
“Here is a person who stands on a footing with our great ones, yet she
does not require us to prostrate ourselves before her.” Little by
little are such miserable customs worn away by persistent Christian
effort.
Our visits to the houses of the different ladies of the palace became
more and more extended. These houses were not the clean, sweet,
pleasant homes of an intelligent Christianity. Only a few of them had
much that was attractive about them. In many of them flowers were
cultivated, and they wrought in fancy-work. For their gala-days their
servants would bring in large quantities of flowers, which they would
turn into fanciful forms to grace the festive occasions.
One day I was seated with a princess upon an elevated platform in her
court. She and her maidens were at work with artificial flowers, and a
cup of paste and vessels with the parts of the flowers and leaves were
scattered here and there among them. All at once a pet monkey which
had become loose marched to the stage and suddenly appeared among us.
Undaunted, he walked about, put his nose into the cup of paste and
tipped it over, passed his paws over the delicate parts prepared for
the complete flowers and made himself master of the situation. I sat
in mute consternation, while the princess and her maidens seemed as
quiet as if no monkey were there. By and by he marched around to a
place where a servant could secure him, and she made him fast. I asked
why they allowed him to march around their work and commit such
depredations. “Ah,” said one of them, “if we had attempted to take him
then, he would have bitten us and would have made greater havoc among
our flowers; better to wait till he works himself into a place where
he can be secured without danger.”
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