Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1888-05-31
AHone in india.
The Culver for MAY.

Inc Quiver Tor May
A mud paved court, open to the
sky--that glorious suu-illumined sky
OF India, that gives poetry TO every
thing, but enclosed with walls and
surrounded by sort of arcade or
yeranda. Within it three or four
women wearing the loose trousers OF
Mussulman women and colored sarees
like the Hindus--and several young
girls They were not handsome, being
rather of tie thiek-lipped Nubiau
type; but several of them, and es.
pecially the elder woman, who teaches
in the little school, looked intelligent,
and they received us with courtesy
and apparent pleasure. The children
from outside were not present, q
circumstance for which the elder
woman apologized; but she brought
forward her own children to be ex
amined, and they acquitted them
selves with credit, reading huently
from an Indian primer and answering
all the questions my fiierd put to
them.
This family, poor as heirsurround-
ings seemed to be, enjoys q moderate
prosperity, Comfort, as we under
stand it, is unknown III Indian homes.
Our next visit was to he to a
Hindu family of the poorer class.
Our scramble over rubbish heaps and
drains recommended, and landed us
at the foot OF breakneek fight OF
stairs which, when we had assembled,
we came upon the funniest little cor
ner OF the world in which it has ever
been my lot to find myself. 1t was
part of house. but what part it was
one found it difficult to make out.
To me it seemed like a balcony or
ledge, hung on the side of the house.
On one side, guarded by high par.
apet, it was open to the sky. and
looked down ON q large, bare court;
while on the other side was a range
of untidy looking cupboards and cells.
In this curious nest a little flock of
women, young and old. with a few
children were gathered together.
They received us with the utmost
courtesy--a grace that never deserts
the Hindu at home-set for us the
wicker stools that are kept for visit
ors, and drawing their sarees around
them. squatted around us after their
fashion. One and another. in the
meantime, were pouring out little
calculations of welcome, which my
friend, who is a fluent speaker OF Hin.
dostani, answered smilingly. Present
ly there came out from asmall enelos-
tire. which was more like bathing
machine than anything else | can
think OF, a young and very pretty
woman, with small baby in her
arms. The little creature. who APP
peared to be the latest arrival i'll the
crowded nest, was handed round,
kissed, praised and commented upon,
while the young mother stood by
smiling. learned, upon inquiry, that
she WAS eighteen years of age, and
that this was her fourth child.
The baby having received the fitting
mount oil attention, a bright little
girl, with eyes rs brilliant as stars,
was brought forward to read her les
son. She was only seven years old,
and her readiness, intelligence and
pretty. winsome manner made her
one of the most bewitching little crea-
lures had ever beheld. while must
say that no English child OF her years
could have surpassed her in knowledge.
Other little ones. who were not so
brilliant, foilollowed. and then the
women took their turn, spelling out
os the Indian primmer patiently.