Christianity, Conversion to -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
He journeyed in a country cart; not a luxuriously fitted bullock coach
such as conveyed Pantulu and his wife to their destination, but a
veritable springless vehicle of the country with a hood of matting of
the roughest description. At the bottom was laid a mattress. Between
the driver, who sat on the same plane with his feet on the pole, and
the mattress were piled the boxes and baskets containing the
necessaries of life required on the itinerating picnic. They formed a
kind of screen between the driver and the occupant of the cart. The
back of the hood was curtained with a piece of calico thick enough to
keep out the sun. The most comfortable position for the traveller
whether journeying by night or day was to lie down at full length with
his head towards the driver.
Alderbury usually travelled by night for various reasons. It was
cooler; it saved time; it was far more comfortable than sleeping at a
village school-house, where nothing but a mat was provided. In this
way he arrived at his destination soon after sunrise ready to begin the
day's work of inspection, services, surplice duties, pastoral visits
and interviews with the native agents.
It was just nine days since Ananda had disappeared. Wenaston wrote to
the missionary after Sooba's visit of inquiry and told him of the
intrusion; he asked him to come on his way back and stay for a couple
of nights or more if he could spare the time. He thought something
should be done in the way of inquiry after the welfare of the convert,
even though he had definitely refused help on a former occasion. The
letter followed Alderbury out into the district, and found him just in
time to allow of his carrying out Wenaston's suggestion.
From long practice in constant travelling Alderbury had learned to
sleep fairly well in the cart, in spite of its jolts and jerks and the
strange utterances of the driver when he occasionally woke up and spoke
to his cattle. On the morning when he intended to arrive at Chirapore
he roused himself before dawn; and sitting up as well as he could he
dressed himself with more care than usual. He knew who would be
waiting for him in the trellised verandah with its mantle of blue
ipomea. In fancy he could see the tea-table laid out and the early tea
ready, a rack of crisp toast and the boiled eggs.
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