And the four consummate knaves do set down the palkee, and shift the pads on their shoulders; while the sirdar slips round to the sliding-door, and timidly intruding his sweaty phiz, at an opening sufficiently narrow to guard his nose against assault from within, but wide enough to give us a glimpse, through an out-bursting cloud of cheroot-smoke, of a pair of stout legs encased in white duck, with the neatest of light pumps at the end of them, says:-- "_Buksheesh do, Sahib! buksheesh do_! O favorite slave of the Lord! O tender shepherd of the poor! O sublime and beautiful Being, upon whose turban Prosperity dances and Peace makes her bed! Whose mother is twin-sister to the Sacred Cow, and whose grandmother is the Lotos of Seven Virtues! _O Khodabund! buksheesh do_! Bestow upon thy abject and self-despising slave wherewithal to commemorate the golden hour when, by a blessed dispensation, he was permitted to lay his trembling forehead against thy victorious feet!" "_Jou-jehennum, toom sooa_!--Go to Gehenna, you pig! What are you bothering about, with your 'boxes,' 'boxes,' nothing but 'boxes'? Insatiable brutes! _Jou_! I tell you,--_jeldie jou_! or by Doorga, the goddess of awful rows, I'll smash the palkee and outrage all your religious prejudices! _Jou_!" Evidently our varicose friends imagine they have caught a Tartar, and that the white ducks are not so recent an importation as they at first supposed; for now they catch up the pole of the palkee nimbly, and _jou jeldie_ (that is, trot up smartly) to quite another song. "_Jeldie jou, jeldie_!" _Putterum_. Carry him softly! _Putterum_. Swiftly and smoothly! _Putterum_. He is a Rajah! _Putterum_. Rich little Rajah! _Putterum_. Fierce little Rajah! _Putterum_. See how his eyes flash! _Putterum_. Hear how his voice roars! _Putterum_. He is a Tippoo! _Putterum_. Capitan Tippoo! _Putterum_. Tremble before him! _Putterum_. Serve him and please him! _Putterum_. Please him and serve him! _Putterum_. He will reward us! _Putterum_. He will protect us! _Putterum_. He will enrich us! _Putterum_. Charity Lord Sa'b! _Putterum._ Out of the way there! _Putterum_. Way for the great ... _Putterum_. Rajah of ten crores! _Putter_.... .... Ten crores!.. _Putter_.... Rajah.... .... _Put...._ .... Lard.... .. _Putter...._ .... ... Sa'b! _.... rum_. And so they have turned down Flag Street.