Our boys in India . t call him Feringhi, it made lessdifference. Sometimes they were under the shadow of towering mountains, where the eternal snows lay in the gorges; and Paul was carried in a sort of bag, hung on a bamboo pole —-— that rested on the shoulders of sturdymountaineers. Thebag was open onone side ; and as hesat in it his feethung out, and toprevent them fromstriking against therocks, or being in-jured, they rested ina smaller bag justbelow. A dandi themountaineers calledthe carriage ; and, asPaul was very light, they carried him so easily that he thoughtit almost as comfortable a
Our boys in India . t call him Feringhi, it made lessdifference. Sometimes they were under the shadow of towering mountains, where the eternal snows lay in the gorges; and Paul was carried in a sort of bag, hung on a bamboo pole —-— that rested on the shoulders of sturdymountaineers. Thebag was open onone side ; and as hesat in it his feethung out, and toprevent them fromstriking against therocks, or being in-jured, they rested ina smaller bag justbelow. A dandi themountaineers calledthe carriage ; and, asPaul was very light, they carried him so easily that he thoughtit almost as comfortable as riding on Dhondarams shoulder. Often among the peaks and gorges there were curiousstone houses, where they could rest for the night, — caravan-sarais Dhondaram called them ; and the people that clusteredabout them from the little hamlets in those almost inac-cessible recesses were as peculiar and interesting to Paul aswas the little white-faced boy to them. While the servant who had come with them from Delhi. A CURIOUS PEOPLE. YOU SHALL BE MY HARI-SAHIB. 273 was preparing the fire and supper, these people would gatherround, anxious to see and speak with any one who had comefrom the world, as they called anywhere out of the Hima-layas. Many of them who had never seen a white boy beforewould creep up timidly and touch Pauls cheek, and thenlook at their fingers tosee if the white came clothes were ugly;but their faces were kind,and the smiles were pleas-ant. Many a merry timehad the boy in playingwith the superstitiouschildren, who were mor-tally afraid of him if hereally approached them,and in laughing over theirstruggles to speak Hin-dustani, in which, unwit-tingly, he had become avery competent littlescholar. The older and braver would take off his hat, and proudlywalk about beneath it, and question him, till his brain becamebewildered, about the dye he used to make his hair so brown ;while they displayed with pride the reddish-yellow ends oftheir own black ha
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