The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-01-30

states, namely Bushire. that met the subject of this article. Turning sharp corner on the hill road suddenly came upon his capital. wedged in between two hills. A very dirty place it was but the Rajah, although he had a palace there-a wooden affair conspicuous with gilt and glass-lived two marches fur ther on, and I admired his sense in do- ing so.
 I left the capital, Rampur. and pro- ceeded to where the monarch ruled, place called Sarallam. Before I left Rampur I received most affectionate letter from the Rajah. He addressed me as his very dear and esteemed friend, and expressed very delirium of joy at the prospect of seeing me. reached Sarhan dead tired-it was very hard march, up and down, and l felt glad that I was not an official in this Rampur Rajah business.
 | The next morning, after a. free inter change of letters at intervals of twenty minutes, commencing at A. M.. a special courier came to announce the immediate arrival of his Highness. The inevitable hubbub of conversation heralded his arrival, and I hurried out on to the verandah to greet the Rajah.
 I saw mob of frieze- dressed hill-men wearing Dolly Warden hats, four of whom were carrying litter on which their sovereign lay. The litter would have disgraced a Liberian Republic volunteer ambulance corps. His High ness got out, and carefully kicked off his shoes, displaying a pair of regula- tion army socks-a touching tribute to the King -Einperor's forces. He was a Itiny man, not more than feet 10 inches, and wore cheap tinsel Hindu cap, and a red velveteen robe that needed a wash badily.
 He came toddling up to me, addressed me in perfect English, and seemed de- lighted to see me. regarded him lcuriously He was now an old man. In his younger days he was what the Arabs called. .The Father of the Bot tle," and had reputation for oppres- sion. I produced some whisky and pressed it on him, when, to my aston ishment, he refused. True, the hour
 was 8:3O A. M. and the month June but, in view of his past foibles, his re- fusal astonished me. I then discovered that the passion of his old age was jam eaten preferably with spoon from the pot. Sweet biscuits were also a joy tc
 him, and tea as provided by the sahibs
 and not as sold by the local bunnia
 (shopkeeper.)
 The old man was very deaf, and con- versation "a difficulty. He gave me g nasty shock He was examining a rife and happened to be looking away for 6 minute. When I again turned to him.
 saw that he had produced a cartridge
 from his pocket and had put it into the
 weapon, and was holding 1t point -blanl
 to the door, where a gaping crowd was
 gazing atius. Rajah or no Rajah, tha1
 was too much for me, and snatchet
 the rife from him. He picked it up a
 few minutes later, and tried the same
 thing again. Then did my best to ge
 rid of him. The tea and jam wert
 packed away, and his Highness, seeing
 nothing forthcoming, rather sullenly
 went off.
 That was the last I saw of Shumashe
 Singh, Rajah of Bushire, who still rule
 his state and screws the taxes. Ther
 are funny stories about him-of how on
 Sahib fed him, a high-caste Hindu, ol the best of Chicago timed beef, am how another humorous sportsman, Il answer to the inevitable question whicl
 the Rajah always asks, What is tn time by your honor's watch?" promptl
 answered five instead of ten o'clock He has a fair revenue, as his state , large, and stretches up to the Tibetal frontier. The scenery is flne the deo dars wonderfully grand. His forest
 are leased to the imperial Government and all that Shurnsher Singh has to d is to sit in what he terms his ''cam palace" and draw the revenue from hi over-taxed people.-Ltondon Mail.