To show another phase of the character of this man. On one of his morning rides he had gone through the main street of a large village. He then sent back his sais to summon all the men he had passed. When they were assembled before him, sitting on his very high English horse, he said, “When I came through your street not one of you made his salaam.” Brandishing his long riding whip at them and standing up in his stirrups, he shouted, “If, when I come again, you do not salaam, I will flog every one of you.” They all salaamed profoundly to the ground, and very likely they did not forget his threat. Why should not these people respect and love their conquerors? Home again, with its quiet and rest, was a paradise after the unpleasant scenes in the village. There was a stillness that at times was oppressive, such as happens in an up country station when there is little business; the bungalows situated in large compounds away from the roads, and where for days in the cold season scarcely enough breeze to rustle a leaf. We were seldom interrupted with callers. We did not seek them, and by most of the society circle we were on the taboo list. Yet we had a few special friends with whom we spent delightful hours. We sometimes went to church as a diversion or as something required by good society. The Chaplain had never called. He was no doubt an excellent man in his way, and performed all the duties required of him. He was an official paid by government to minister to the members of the service, and the government, knowing how badly these people needed a religious guide and teacher, did wisely in making this provision for their wicked souls. Jesus looked after the poor, the outcasts. Discarding society, he went into the by-ways and hedges, among the lowly, but his modern followers, keeping step with the age, have reversed his practice. Perhaps the modern rich society people are the biggest sinners, so it is well, and why complain? Yet I could not help thinking at times, that as one of the outsiders I had to pay taxes to provide these reverend gentry with gowns, bread, butter, carriages and wines, we might have received a little attention out of courtesy, if nothing more. An outspoken native once suggested that if the Europeans wanted a guru or priest and fine churches, why should they not pay for the support of their religions, and not from public taxation? But he was only a heathen, and what better could be expected from him? The simplicity and ignorance of these people at times is astonishing.