Our boys in India . was not far, they walked back to the bungalow;and on the way, just at the gate of a rajahs palace, theypassed a funeral procession, where three of the male relativeswere carrying the body of the dead in a sort of palanquin,supported by poles, on their shoulders. They were wailing asong as they went, or something intended for a song. If they were rich, they might have two or three fellowsgoing with them, with tomtoms and drums and a fife or two,to keep up their spirits, and keep them in time, said Richardas they approached. What are they singing? asked Scott. Moro understand
Our boys in India . was not far, they walked back to the bungalow;and on the way, just at the gate of a rajahs palace, theypassed a funeral procession, where three of the male relativeswere carrying the body of the dead in a sort of palanquin,supported by poles, on their shoulders. They were wailing asong as they went, or something intended for a song. If they were rich, they might have two or three fellowsgoing with them, with tomtoms and drums and a fife or two,to keep up their spirits, and keep them in time, said Richardas they approached. What are they singing? asked Scott. Moro understands them. Where is the boy? returnedRichard, looking about him. But Sayad was following alone. PILGRIMS, PRIESTS, AND PEOPLE EVERYWHERE. 205 Oh, I remember ! he added. I told Moro he might bathe ;and I suppose he will take a month for it, he has such anaccumulation of sins. But never mind. They are singingthe praises of the dead man, and a long list of good thingsthat he did when living: that is what they always A rUNERAL PROCESSION. Poets and musicians must be plenty, observed Scott; for there seem to be a plenty of deaths. But this is the same old song, both words and music,that they have used at every funeral for centuries. They dontwant to say any thing but the best of a dead man; andwhen they have the very best that can be said, all writtendown and set to music and learned by heart, what is the useof any thing new ? 2o6 OUR BOYS IN INDIA. And a fellow knows, that way, what is going to be saidof him. Thats comfortable, added Scott. The foreman came to the bungalow. He admitted thatRoderick had left Paul with him for a few days ; and said thathe had turned him over, according to orders, to some pilgrimswho were going up the Ganges and Jumna, to Delhi, to thefeast of the Pungas, for he had been directed to send Pauls•clothing there. Further than that he refused to asked him of the whereabouts of Roderick Dennett;but he replied indignantly,— Im not that
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