Eurasians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
‘The fear of hell’s a hangman’s whip,
To haud the wretch in order,’
but I prefer his other sentiment,
‘Just where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border.
Its slightest touches instant pause,
Debar a’ side pretenses,
And resolutely keep its laws,
Uncaring consequences.’”
Said he, as he arose to go, “I hope I have not tired you. I have talked
enough, so I will practice a little by seeing my poor families, for
wishing the poor to be fed without giving them bread, would not be
satisfactory to them now, nor to me hereafter.”
Such was Mr. Jasper. I liked him for his honesty and sincerity. I doubt
if he ever uttered a word but what he believed, and what he said he
felt, as if it was a part of himself.
CHAPTER XVI.
My home was lonely. The light that once shone so brightly in it had gone
out, as I might say, in darkness. I took to my books, but I had no
purpose or pleasure in reading. I improved my own grounds, and my
property in the station. I often went to my villages and spent weeks
among them, having good wells dug, a large tank, covering an acre of
ground constructed to contain water for irrigation, built roads, made
drains, planted good fruit and timber trees. I took much pleasure in all
this, and had great satisfaction in doing my duty to the poor people. I
was not satisfied to squeeze every pice of my rent out of them and give
them nothing in return. The results were better than I anticipated.
There was scarcely any sickness or disease among the people, owing to
the good water and drainage. They became healthy and more able to labor,
and, having abundant water in the tank for irrigation, they raised extra
and improved crops. The people had plenty to eat, and the cattle were
well fed. They had gardens, for which I supplied imported seeds, so they
had vegetables the year round, of which formerly there was a scarcity
except during the rains. In a few years there was plenty of fruit, and
the branches of the trees supplied the villagers with fuel, so they
could save the refuse, that was formerly burned, for their land. I
considered all the expenditure I had made, enhanced the worth of my
property. The ryots did not fail to realize the value of the
improvements to them, and gave me not only my legal rents most
willingly, but in their generosity gave me something of their products
and would have provided for me as their guest while I was with them.
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