The Path of a Star eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 334 pages of information about The Path of a Star.

The Path of a Star eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 334 pages of information about The Path of a Star.

There was a panic in Dhurrumtolla; a “ticca-gharry”—­the shabby oblong box on wheels, dignified in municipal regulations as a hackney carriage—­was running away.  Coolie mothers dragged naked children up on the pavement with angry screams; drivers of ox-carts dug their lean beasts in the side, and turned out of the way almost at a trot; only the tram-car held on its course in conscious invincibility.  A pariah tore along beside the vehicle barking; crows flew up from the rubbish heaps in the road by half-dozens, protesting shrilly; a pedlar of blue bead necklaces just escaped being knocked down.  Little groups of native clerks and money-lenders stood looking after, laughing and speculating; a native policeman, staring also, gave them sharp orders to disperse, and they said to him, “Peace, brother.”  To each other they said, “Behold, the driver is a ‘mut-wallah’” (or drunken person); and presently, as the thing whirled farther up the emptied perspective, “Lo! the syce has fallen.”  The driver was certainly very drunk; his whip circled perpetually above his head; the syce clinging behind was stiff with terror, and fell off like a bundle of rags.  Inside, Hilda Howe, with a hand in the strap at each side and her feet against the opposite seat, swayed violently and waited for what might happen, breathing short.  Whenever the gharry thrashed over the tram-lines, she closed her eyes.  There was a point near Cornwallis Street where she saw the off front wheel make sickeningly queer revolutions; and another, electrically close, when two tossing roan heads with pink noses appeared in a gate to the left, heading smartly out, all unawares, at precisely right angles to her own derelict equipage.  That was the juncture of the Reverend Stephen Arnold’s interference, walking and discussing with Amiruddin Khan, as he was, the comparative benefits of Catholic and Mohammedan fasting.  It would be easy to magnify what Stephen did in that interruption of the considerate hearing he was giving to Amiruddin.  The ticca-gharry ponies were almost spent, and any resolute hand could have impelled them away from the carriage-pole with which the roans threatened to impale their wretched sides.  The front wheel, however, made him heroic, going off at a tangent into a cloth merchant’s shop, and precipitating a crash while he still clung to the reins.  The door flew open on the under side, and Hilda fell through, grasping at the dust of the road; while the driver, discovering that his seat was no longer horizontal, entered suddenly upon sobriety, and clamoured with tears that the cloth-merchant should restore his wheel—­was he not a poor man?  Hilda, struggling with her hat-pins, felt her dress brushed by various lean hands of the bazar, and observed herself the central figure in yet another situation.  When she was in a condition to see, she saw Arnold soothing the ponies; Amiruddin, before the vague possibility of police complication having slipped away.  Stephen had believed the gharry empty.  The sight of her, in her disordered draperies, was a revelation and a reproach.

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