Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-10
The Buried Bungalow.

What can this mean?' asked I, rein
ing my horse close to the dense milkthorn
hedge that shut in Mr.. Warren's pretty
house, and its garden, gay with flowers
from the tea plantations, the green valley,
the upland pastures, and the dazzling
peaks of the Hlmalayas soaring overhead.
There, on q fragment Of ROCK, stood the
well-known, tall form of the planter him
self, angrily confronting a motely mob
of natives, some tawny, others yellow
skined, and Il few nearly black. These,
although they had flung aside hoe and
spade, anew to be the coolies employed
at the prosperous hill station, where sucn
a scene of confusion had been hitherto
unknown.
''The scoundrels are going to leave NE,
that's ALL" said Mr. Warren, CURLY; and
at that instant there stepped forward IN
advance of the rest, gaunt Tibetan, clad
in sheepskins, no, tremendously and
with perfect gravity, placed on the ground
a fragment OF wheaton cake, handful
Of salt, and a gotn, or brass drinking cup
nearly filled with coins, from silver rupees
to copper pieces. Then pointing with a
peeled willow wand that he held in his
hand, to the food and money, thrice he
snapped in twain the slender stick, aud
with bent head and downcast mein, stood
motionless as though waiting to be
questioned.
"What mummery is this!" asked I, in
an undertone. My intended father-in
law, who knew the people and the coun-
try better than did, shook his head
at means mischief" he whispered.
:'Something has terrified the supersti-
tious ours; and see they renuunce my
bread and salt, return the advance of
wages, and break the wand, in token
that they are my men no more. s'You
nean," he added harshly, in the 'Bengali
dialect, "to desert me, then, Han Co.
rain?"
"The Sahib Warren is a good master, y
replied the Tibetan, in the same Ian
guage. IF we go, it is because the evil
eye has looked upon his threshold, and
the voice that never lies has laid curse
On Yirmi Sou and all that dwell there
The man spoke slowly and with some
diff ulty, such as beset those who use
foreign tongue imperfectly mastered; but
he uttered his brief speech with emp a.
sis and with a certain dignity of bearing
Behind him stood the Tibetans and hill
men, sturdy fellows, on whom devolved
the roug work of trenching and dyke.
building, while little way off clustered
the dusky coolies fr.m India proper
their lips frightened over their shining
teeth, and in attitudes, expressive of the
most aIject servillty. Clearly there was
no stlmulent short of physical fear woicl
would have nerved those crouching c1ea
lures to disobey the Burra Sahib, OF
owner OF the plantation, whose lightes
word had been law to his meek subordi
mates.
"If the Sahib will harken to the coun
sci of the poor" said the spokesman, af
ter pause, the and his will hasten away
before"
But here Mr.. Warren lost patience, anG
interrupted the orator, roundly rebuNine
the whole gang as pack of craver
hounds, frightened at their own shadows
and without a spark of manliness to re-
deem them. Were it worth while, he said
he could ride over to the nearest magis
trate and enforce the performance of the
contract, under pain Of fogging and i'm
prisonment; but he wanted no half hearts
in his service, so they might go. "You
hear mel he Numbered, silencing Han
Gorain's fresh effort to speak, and the
men skunk away cowed, as Orientals usu.
ally are, by this undoubted assertion OF
authority.
The planter recovered his temper as
soon as the. recusant had departed, and
laid his broad hand on my shoulder, say.
ing with jolly laugh:
lesson, my boy, as to the thorns that
will lie in your path when you and Edith
live here in my stead, as hope you'll do
after the gathering-ln of the next tea crop
and set-to to feather your nest, as he,
mother and have done. I thought bet.
ter things, too, of the overseer-that Han
Gorain, who, before some heather logic
scared him, was a shrewd and reliable
servant. But never mind! Come in
Musgrave, come in! The parson from
Nynee Tai is here already, and you must
help the bride-expcctant to entertain him
until dinner time.
= Pretty Edith, who was on the MORO .
to become my wife, smiled away any un.
comfortable feelings hich the conduct
of Han Gorain and his companions had
left behind; and neither she nor her na