Our boys in India . make as good Christians as they did Hindus?*asked Scott. Here we are already! exclaimed Richard, calling to thedriver to stop outside the gate. This is a crazy sort of agig to make a formal call on a great nabob in, he addedwith a laugh. I fancy ^,we might as well walkup to the house. And,suiting his actions to hiswords, he stepped fromthe buggy. I should not thinkhe could be much of anabob, to live behind afence like that, Scottremarked, as he followedMr. Raymond, and lookedup at the high stuccowall, not in very goodrepair, beside a gate atwhich they had stopped. In Americ
Our boys in India . make as good Christians as they did Hindus?*asked Scott. Here we are already! exclaimed Richard, calling to thedriver to stop outside the gate. This is a crazy sort of agig to make a formal call on a great nabob in, he addedwith a laugh. I fancy ^,we might as well walkup to the house. And,suiting his actions to hiswords, he stepped fromthe buggy. I should not thinkhe could be much of anabob, to live behind afence like that, Scottremarked, as he followedMr. Raymond, and lookedup at the high stuccowall, not in very goodrepair, beside a gate atwhich they had stopped. In America wespend every thing onthe outside, repliedRichard; and we carecomparatively little for the dust and dirty clothes behind thedoor, if our neighbors eyes cannot see there. But in Indiathey go on the opposite principle, and care very little what theoutside is, so long as the inside is clean. It is only theirway, he added, laughing; but Scotts attention was attractedto a figure at one side of the half-crumbling HIKOTT MENDICANT. 96 OUR BOYS IN INDIA. A fellow, the very picture of some of the idols Scott hadseen in drawings, sat by the gate, covered with rags, and asdirty as mortal man could easily be. His forehead was paintedwith blue and red and yellow, in three circles, and there werestripes of yellow down each cheek. On his head there wasa pyramid of beads as large as English walnuts, strung on acoarse thread, and wound higher and higher over some dirtysort of a turban, till they came to a point. Strings of largerand smaller beads were round his neck, and hanging downto his waist. The rags that covered him were fantasticallyarranged. In one hand he held a copper or brass plate, andin the other a sort of a globe. He is a religious mendicant, said Mr. Raymond, withoutwaiting for a question. But what in the world is he doing there? Waiting for alms, replied Richard, smiling. I hope hes waiting patiently enough! He dont seemover-anxious. He has not moved a feather since I f
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