Eurasians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
“Such a man, to rob the food from the mouths of starving children! He
would be mean enough to take the winding-sheet from the corpse of his
grandmother if he could sell it for a few anas! He was probably the best
native in the district. What then were the rest? And they talk of giving
such men power to make laws and govern India! If a man like him, in such
a position, would be guilty of such contemptibly mean crimes, what might
be expected of men receiving only a few rupees a month? Give me an
honest dog every time, rather than such a man,” and Cockear nodded again
very emphatically, as if saying, “There is no mistake in that.” Thus Mr.
Percy talked, for this was one of his moods. He seemed to be thinking
aloud. He was so just and kind himself toward the natives, though they
often abused his confidence, that when he talked of their dishonesty and
meanness to each other he always grew warm. Why shouldn’t he?
He had great sympathy for the poorer natives, since he knew so much of
the extortions and tyranny of the richer classes.
To have some little part in the conversation I told the story of that
frightful zemindar who seized the very rags of the poor people in that
never to be forgotten court from which I had escaped; and of the cruel
robbery of the man of his handful of fish that he had caught for his
starving old mother. How vividly that scene came up before me.
“Yes,” said Mr. Percy, “and very likely that same zemindar would be
called before some wandering parliamentary committee to give his advice
about relieving the poverty of the people of India. He could tell them
more of how to relieve them of their property.”
As I had no experience and little knowledge of these subjects I could
not say much; so both Cockear and I were good listeners, as we
frequently had such conversations, that is, Mr. Percy talked while we
listened. Some Frenchman has said that there is a large class of people,
including nearly everybody, who have not sense enough to talk, nor sense
enough to keep still. Had he seen the dog and me, I am sure he would
have made a special class for us.
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