Eurasians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
As everything we saw was solid and at right angles, so everything we did
was by rules. We undressed by order, got into bed by order, the light
went out by order, we washed, dressed, played, studied, sang, prayed
according to rule. I had an abundance of pocket money, but could not use
it except by rule. We all had to take steps, to march by order. This
monotonous grind by order, day and night for weeks and months and years,
as if we were so many prisoners in a tread-mill, was one of the
grievances of my school life. I had all I needed and more, to add to my
comfort. Many of the boys were scantily supplied. Their fathers had
perhaps never been boys and gone away to school, or perhaps they never
had fathers as I had none, and they never found such a friend as I had.
I pitied them and aided them often, and so gained many a friendship. I
had plenty of good, warm, soft bedding, and many a night my extra
blankets were loaned to those shivering near me.
The principal was a great solid, ruddy, beefy sort of a man, so plump
and enshrined with flesh, that if he had slept on the rocks they would
not have come near his bones. He wore “parson clothes,” and was always
mousing around, not to do any work himself, but to see that the teachers
did their’s and that the boys obeyed the rules. He read the prayers and
flogged the boys, and from what we could hear some of them required his
services very often, or he thought they did. The result was the same. I
do not remember, during my whole four years, of ever receiving a kind
word from him. If he ever spoke to me it was just what was required, of
course, and by rule. We never came in contact for good or ill except
once. Whether this was arranged by the decrees or by the rules, or what,
I do not know or ever cared, but have since suspected—as I have stated
that I am rather of a suspicious, inquisitive nature, wanting a reason
or giving a reason for everything—that I was not worthy of his profound
attention, but having been sent by the well-known magistrate and
collector of Muggerpur, a man of considerable influence, who paid well,
I was not to be interfered with, though I was unnoticed and unfavored.
Though in birth I was nothing, as I well knew, and he I am sure knew it
as well as I did, for such men can tell by a sniff what rank a boy or
man is of, yet my patron, by his position, had raised or put me in the
rank of the higher class. It was not long before I came to the
conclusion that my position was fixed, not by my own merit, but by some
arbitrary rule or something, I knew not what.
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