The Queen's Daughters in IndiaBushnell, Katharine C. (Katharine Caroline)
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The Queen's Daughters in India
Bushnell, Katharine C. (Katharine Caroline)
Prostitution -- India; Women -- India -- Conduct of life; Women -- India -- Social conditions
In the chakla we sang, "Where He leads me I will follow," and its
interpretation constituted our Gospel message. With tears in their
eyes the girls assured us, with characteristic gesture, that we were
"on their eyes and on their hearts"; in other words, had won their
affections; and spoke feelingly of the honour it was to them that
Englishwomen should come to see them, saying that usually Englishmen
forbade their wives to even look at them. One girl said that when at
Cawnpore missionaries used to come to them, and that for days after
their visits her heart was so sore that it seemed as if it would burst.
The girls stood in the doorway, many of them with streaming eyes, and
waved good-bye as we departed, begging us to come again soon.
We hastened to the railway station for the three o'clock train. When we
alighted, we spoke a few kind words to our cabman, for he had served us
most faithfully, all these hours under the mid-day glare of the sun,
after so unpromising a beginning. We wished to pay him well, and asked
him to set his own price on his services. The simple, rough native man
hesitated a moment, stammered something unintelligible, burst into
tears, and averting his face with noble shame, said, "I don't want
anything at all. I never saw anything like this before; I would like to
help, too." Thrusting a coin into his unwilling hand, ample for both
fee and present, we hastened to our seats in the car, and were soon
rolling away to our next destination. We wrote up our notes of the
day's doings on the way, and arrived at our next field of operations
the following morning at two o'clock, stealing into another Cantonment
unobserved, excepting by the Heavenly Father, without whom not even a
sparrow can fall. We give this history of one day as a sample; the work
was heavy and painful; but we encouraged each other often with the
words, "Even if we fall by the way, we could not die in better work."
We visited a Rest Camp at Meerut. As usual, we had no difficulty in
passing the sentinels; God took care of that. We learnt from official
records that the regiment had only been in India two weeks; yet the
complete paraphernalia of vice was at hand. There were fourteen little
tents for women, and near their quarters a huge tent pitched for those
who wished to smoke opium. Think of it, fathers and mothers, boys of
the age of from eighteen years upwards, supplied by their superior
officers, before they could have made a demand for the same, with every
convenience for giving themselves over to debauchery! The sight of
their fresh young faces touched us deeply.
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