St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-12-27
A TRAVELLERS STORY.
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We were quartered at place called
BudhpOor, relates a traveller, in the
northern part of India. and my only
! companion for many months was &
lieutenant named Brown.
My introduction to him was sIngu.
lar one, and led to my giving him the
title of this story.
When on my way to BudhpOOr | made
| a detour of some fifteen miles, i'm order
| to pass through the celebrated Jarpoo1
ravine, commonly called The Mana
Pass"
1t was fearfully gloomy place, and
the road so badi that | had to descend
from my palanquin and walk behind my
bearers.
1t seemed as though some Titan had
cleft the mountain in twain, so precipi-
tate were the cliffs on either side.
We were about half way through,
when we came across party of bearers.
who were evidently greatly disturbed
about something, for they were gesti-
culating like Frenchmen. My men
halted and exchanged salutations with
the strangers.
After a few preliminary compliments
had passed they Informed US that their
sahib was up the rocks. and as they
were speaking / heard a voice which
seemed to proceed from some person
suspended in the air, and, with some
difficulty made out the form of man
perched upon projecting rock about a
fourth Of the way up the side of the
pass.
''By Jove!" continued the voice.
''Who are you?" hailed.
by Jove" repeated the lofty one.
"WhO?" l demanded, not catching
his reply.
"Mr Bwownl" he rejoined; &c. x.
BwOwn of the Thixtieth."
Excelsior Brown, | should say" I
replied; "but come down like a good
fellow, as l am exceedingly anxious to
shake hands with YOU"
by Jovew he once moro calculated.
"Awl you know, it's all very we'll to
say come down, but another thing to do
it. Pm in hole, you know, by Jove ~
I'm a hoIe?'' 1 laughingiy replied.
''How do you make that out, Excelsior?''
''Excelsior's good,' he answered:
"but L cannot say l feel like going any
higher. l say. old boy, have your fell
lows got wOpe?'
"a what?'' L demanded.
GA wOpe, or stout string. By Jove,
can't get down. l tried to climb this
place la Alpine club, you know; but
am in hole"
$50 you remarked once before" L OBJ
served, beginning to be somewhat bored
by Browns folly, and lighting fresh
cigar, by way of changing the subject.
1t was rather cOmical situation. Ny
bearers had camped, and were cooking
their evening meal. Browns men were
smoking as calmly as a lot of In
dams at council" and l sitting upon
a rock and peering up at my future
companion. At length L heard him hail
his Syce in Hindoostanee.
The man rose and ordered two of his
assistants to take off their cumberbunds
i. g., the piece Of cloth with which
they Swathe their persons when they
are not at work.
l should say that Excelsior was at
least fifty feet above US.
What are you going to do?" / de
handed.
"Dwopv' was the cool reply.
"WhatI' yelled. Drop"
''My dear fellow, what else can do?''
he rejoined. II thall thlip off this wock
as soon as have finished my thegar, as
| could not think Of OBTAINING you any
longer"
For heavens sake!" 1 cried. ssdon't
be SO rash! Why, the fall will kill
you"
Don't worry, my dear boy" he
calmly replied; ppm used to this sort of
thing"
The syce seized one end of the cloths,
which were LAID upon each other, and
bidding an assistant grasp the other
ends. cried out:
Ready, SahIbl"
Brown dropped the stump of his cigar
which fell upon the syce'S head.
Move a little more to the wight" he