Our boys in India . determined that thatlock of hair, through which he could see the picture thatseemed so real, of a happiness that now he could not evenfully comprehend, should never be torn from him if any thingcould prevent it. A defiant fire flashed from his blue eyes as he looked up 30 OUR BOYS IN INDIA. at the half-caste foreman, but they fell again to the ground ;and poor little Paul began to tremble, for a fiercer face few-have ever seen or imagined. The eyes started from their sockets, the teethshone fiendishlywhite through theblack lips andbeard. What are youat, withered hag ? he cr
Our boys in India . determined that thatlock of hair, through which he could see the picture thatseemed so real, of a happiness that now he could not evenfully comprehend, should never be torn from him if any thingcould prevent it. A defiant fire flashed from his blue eyes as he looked up 30 OUR BOYS IN INDIA. at the half-caste foreman, but they fell again to the ground ;and poor little Paul began to tremble, for a fiercer face few-have ever seen or imagined. The eyes started from their sockets, the teethshone fiendishlywhite through theblack lips andbeard. What are youat, withered hag ? he cried furiously. At my hairs worth apound in the mar-ket, she replied,though she loosedher rude grasp ;and Paul gave asigh of relief, butdid not drop thesacred little lock. Havent Isworn to the hairsof his head ? heasked. Theyll growagain fast enough,replied the old woman. And again she laid her hand onPauls hair, when her son darted forward. Drop it! he exclaimed ; and instantly the withered handfell PAUL AND THE HAG. PAUL AMONG THE HINDUS. 31 * Youre in a good mood to-day, she returned with asneer. Ill give my hairy chin but youve lost the worthof your pipe full of tobacco at some game or other. That I have, he replied. There are men on the track ofthe kid there. They are already in Bombay. They have an eye,along the new line, for Dennetts old engineering friends. Ugh! exclaimed the old woman, springing to her feet,and brushing the hair she was to sell for a pound in themarket on to the earth, where she fiercely trod on it with herfoot. ** May their mouths be filled with dirt! she cried. May they be defiled, and the mothers that bore them!May the worms eat them, and the beggars spit upon theirbeards! Che, che! said the foreman fiercely. Your cursesare all very well to frighten these nunnies about here; butdont think that your tongue will drive off the English offi-cers, if they come looking for the kid. ** Come here? the old woman howled. The wind willbe in th
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