Following the Equator, Part 5 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 139 pages of information about Following the Equator, Part 5.

Following the Equator, Part 5 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 139 pages of information about Following the Equator, Part 5.

“Satan see God out?”

“Yes.”  And these mis-mated Beings passed from view Satan in the lead and The Other following after.

CHAPTER XL.

Few of us can stand prosperity.  Another man’s, I mean. 
                                  —­Pudd’nhead Wilson’s New Calendar.

The next picture in my mind is Government House, on Malabar Point, with the wide sea-view from the windows and broad balconies; abode of His Excellency the Governor of the Bombay Presidency—­a residence which is European in everything but the native guards and servants, and is a home and a palace of state harmoniously combined.

That was England, the English power, the English civilization, the modern civilization—­with the quiet elegancies and quiet colors and quiet tastes and quiet dignity that are the outcome of the modern cultivation.  And following it came a picture of the ancient civilization of India—­an hour in the mansion of a native prince:  Kumar Schri Samatsinhji Bahadur of the Palitana State.

The young lad, his heir, was with the prince; also, the lad’s sister, a wee brown sprite, very pretty, very serious, very winning, delicately moulded, costumed like the daintiest butterfly, a dear little fairyland princess, gravely willing to be friendly with the strangers, but in the beginning preferring to hold her father’s hand until she could take stock of them and determine how far they were to be trusted.  She must have been eight years old; so in the natural (Indian) order of things she would be a bride in three or four years from now, and then this free contact with the sun and the air and the other belongings of out-door nature and comradeship with visiting male folk would end, and she would shut herself up in the zenana for life, like her mother, and by inherited habit of mind would be happy in that seclusion and not look upon it as an irksome restraint and a weary captivity.

The game which the prince amuses his leisure with—­however, never mind it, I should never be able to describe it intelligibly.  I tried to get an idea of it while my wife and daughter visited the princess in the zenana, a lady of charming graces and a fluent speaker of English, but I did not make it out.  It is a complicated game, and I believe it is said that nobody can learn to play it well—­but an Indian.  And I was not able to learn how to wind a turban.  It seemed a simple art and easy; but that was a deception.  It is a piece of thin, delicate stuff a foot wide or more, and forty or fifty feet long; and the exhibitor of the art takes one end of it in his hands, and winds it in and out intricately about his head, twisting it as he goes, and in a minute or two the thing is finished, and is neat and symmetrical and fits as snugly as a mould.

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