And so, in the current of its passengers, partaking the characteristics of its contrasted extremities, fantastically blending the purple and fine linen of Chowringhee with the breech-cloths of the Black Town, Cossitollah is, as I have said, preëminently the type street of Calcutta. Other localities have their peculiar throngs, and certain classes and castes are proper to certain thoroughfares;-- Sepoys and dogboys to the Midaun; _circars_ or clerks, and _ chowkeydars_ or private police, to Tank Square; a world of pampered women, fat civil servants, coachmen, _ayahs_ or nurses, _durwans_ or doorkeepers, _cha-prasseys_ or messengers, _kitmudgars_ or waiters, to Garden Reach; palanquin-bearers, the smaller fry of _banyans_ or shopkeepers, and _dandees_ or boatmen, to the Ghauts; together with no end of coolies, and _bheestees_ or water-carriers, horse-dealers, and _syces_ or grooms, to Durumtollah; sailors, British and American, Malay and Lascar, to Flag Street, the quarter of punch-houses;--but in Cossitollah all castes and vocations are met, whether their talk be of gold mohurs or cowries; here the Sahib gives the horrid leper a wide berth, and the Baboo walks carefully round the shadow of Mehtur, the sweeper. Therefore, reader, Cossitollah is by all means the street for you to draw profound conclusions from. Come, let us sit in the window and observe; it is but forty puffs of a No. 3 cheroot, in a lazy palanquin, from one end of Cossitollah to the other; and from our window, though not exactly midway, but nearer the Bazaar, we can see from Flag Street wellnigh to the Midaun. What is this? A close _palkee_, with a passenger; the bearers, with elbows sharply crooked, and calves all varicose, trotting to a monotonous, jerking ditty, which the _sirdar_, or leader, is impudently improvising, to the refrain of _Putterum_, ("Easy now!") at the expense of their fare's _amour-propre_. "Out of the way there! _Putterum_. This is a Rajah! _Putterum_. Very small Rajah! _Putterum_. Sixpenny Rajah! _Putterum_. Holes in his elbows! _Putterum_. Capitan Slipshod! _Putterum_. Son of a sea-cook! _Putterum_. Hush! he will beat us! _Putterum_. Hush! he will kick us! _Putterum_. Kick us and curse us! _Putterum_. Not he, the greenhorn! _Putterum_. Don't understand us! _Putterum_. Don't know the lingo! _Putterum_. Let's shake the palkee! _Putterum_. Rattle the pig's bones! _Putterum_. Set down the palkee! _Putterum_. Call him a great lord! _Putterum_. Ask him for buksheesh! _Putterum_."