Our boys in India . resting on a sort of crossbar, that, inturn, rested on the necks of the two bullocks, just in frontof a huge hump growing on the fore-shoulders of each, almostlike the bump on a camel, and effectually doing away withthe need of a yoke. Once more theold woman crept in,and looked at thechild. Paul wassoundly again she creptout, got into the cart,and was gone. It was past noonwhen little Paulawoke, rubbed hiseyes, sat erect, andwondered where he was. He had had so many strangeimpressions of late, that it was some time before out ofthem all he resolved the present
Our boys in India . resting on a sort of crossbar, that, inturn, rested on the necks of the two bullocks, just in frontof a huge hump growing on the fore-shoulders of each, almostlike the bump on a camel, and effectually doing away withthe need of a yoke. Once more theold woman crept in,and looked at thechild. Paul wassoundly again she creptout, got into the cart,and was gone. It was past noonwhen little Paulawoke, rubbed hiseyes, sat erect, andwondered where he was. He had had so many strangeimpressions of late, that it was some time before out ofthem all he resolved the present, and was sure of whathad happened just before he went to sleep. But there werethe sweet limes, at least; and he ate one of them while hewaited for some one to appear. No one came ; and he gotup and went out. Every thing was deserted. He calledDhondaram, but received no answer. He remembered thathe had said he should go to the city, and the city was plainlyin sight. He must be coming back by this time, Paul thought,. NATIVE CABT. 66 OUR BOYS IN INDIA. and at once made up his mind to go- toward the city, andmeet him. He put two sweet limes in his pocket, and beganeating a third, for he was very hungry, and started on. Onthe way he met a Httle naked Hindu boy with some bananas,and he gave him a sweet lime for two of them. Paul thoughthe had made a good trade, and the Hindu was sure thathe had. The two bananas satisfied his hunger, and kept himbusy till he was very near the gate of the city. Every thing was so strange and interesting to Paul, thathe forgot about Dhondaram, and forgot about himself. Henever thought of being alone, or of being afraid. It seemedmore like one of the old dreams than any thing real; and atlast he reached the gate. Inside there was a dense crowd,but outside there were very few. It was a gloomy gray wallthat surrounded the city, and a gloomy gateway. Inside hecould see all sorts of bright costumes and bright colors, andhear the music and shouting, that be
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