The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1905-11-03
ANIMALS AS DESPOTS
TYRANNY OF THE PAMrERED SACRED
BEASTS OF ASIA.

In Eenares the Person Who Ill Treats
II Monkey Rims the Risk of Being
Torn to Pieces-How the Hcly Bull
Vactimizes the Boar Man.
Readers Of K.p.ing's Kim which
..ives better picture of Indian life
.lan anything else i'll print, may recall
noN the hero first begged Oh behalf of
the TiDetan yogi. The bazaar woman
to whom lie gave the begging bowl
.i:et.:
hat bowl indeed! That COW Tel.
led basket! Thou hast as much grace
is the holy bull of Shiv lie has taken
'he best of IL basket OF onions already
this morn. and. .foosootil. | must fill thy
bowl. He comes here gain
Tile huge, mouse co.orc,l Brahmance
tull Of the ward was shouluering his
way through the many coored crowd.
I stolen plantain hanging out Of his
uloU,n. He headed straight for the
ilcp, we'll knowing his privileges rs
! sacred beast. lowered his head, and
puiIed heavily along the line Of bas-
.lets ere making his choice. Up flew
Aims hard little heel and caught him
Oh his moist blue hose. He snorted i'll
.-:sndnlly and walked away across the
TRAIN rails, his hump quivering with in
sig:!at:ol.
See! l have saved more than the
>,o"-i viii cot thrice over Now, moth
e., little rice and some dried fish
itop-yes, and some vegetable curry
"A growl came out Of the back Of the
shop. where man lay.
He drove away the BULL said the
wo~!an i'll an ulldertone. 1t is good to
give 10 the poor.
-. .oJ!sal at the load lovingly.
"'That is good. When l am in the
bazaar the bull shall not come to this
house. He is a bold beggarman.'
Indeed, he is, and he is only one of
many. The people of India, like those
Of other Asiatic countries, are the
slaves Of their sacred animals. There
Is no tyranny more outrageous than
that Of the animal despots Of Asia.
An English globe trotter Of my &C.
Quaintance was being shown the sights
Of Benares, the most sacred city in all
India, some years ,ago. AS he passed
through one Of the narrow, crowded
streets of the bazaar he met huge
white Brahmanee bull stalking along
as if the whole city belonged to him,
brushing people aside right and left,
and pushing his nose unhindered into
the baskets Of grain, rice and country
produce which were displayed outside
the little native shops.
1t was exactly the kind of scene de-
scribed so we'll in Kim
The bull and the Englishman met in
the narrow pathway sidewalk" it
would be called here, but in India side.
walk and road are usually indistin-
guishable. Neither would give way,
for both belonged to an obstinate, self
assertive race. The bull tried to push
past. The Englishman hit him a smart
rap on the nose.
Get up, you brute" he cried with
an enforcing oath.
! In moment the bazaar was in an
uproar. The natives, who, a moment
before, had crlnged servilely to the
sahib, now crowded around him, with
the passion of murder in their hearts.
They pelted him with dirt and stones,
called him all manner of vile names
(more numerous. surely, in India than
anywhere else on earth) and threatened
most plainly to kill him. Was he not
an infdel dog who had struck the
sacred bull? Death by torture was
surely too good for him. He would
bring curse on the city. The famine
and the plague would come. Their
wives would be childless.
So the talk ran excitedly from man
to man. The tumult grew. The angry
mob increased to thousands. Had it
not been for the opportune arrival Of
! police patrol Of stalwart Sikhs-
regally scornful Of Hindoo gods, and
ever on the watch for such Incidents
I as this the globe trotter would GER
tainly have paid with his life for his