swiftly as might be. Bukta was very silent.
They began the steep climb a little after noon, but it was near sunset ere they reached the stone platform clinging to the side of a rifted, jungle-covered hill, where Jan Chinn the First was laid, as he had desired, that he might overlook his people. All India is full of neglected graves that date from the beginning of the eighteenth century—tombs of forgotten colonels of corps long since disbanded; mates of East Indiamen who went on shooting expeditions and never came back; factors; agents; writers; and ensigns of the Honorable the East India Company by hundreds and thousands and tens of thousands. English folk forget quickly, but natives have long memories, and if a man has done good in his life it is remembered after his death. The weathered marble four-square tomb of Jan Chinn was hung about with wild flowers and nuts, packets of wax and honey, bottles of native spirits and infamous cigars, with buffalo horns and plumes of dried grass. At one end was a rude clay image of a white man, in the old-fashioned top-hat, riding on a bloated tiger.
Bukta salaamed reverently as they approached. Chinn bared his head and began to pick out the blurred inscription. So far as he could read it ran thus—word for word, and letter for letter:
To the memory of John Chinn, Esq.
Late Collector of . . . . . . . . . .
. . . .ithout Bloodshed or. . .error of Authority
Employ . only. .eans of Conciliat. . .and confiden.
accomplished the. . .tire Subjection. . .
a Lawless and Predatory Peo. . .
. . . .taching them to. . . .ish Government
by a Conquest over. . . .Minds
The most perma. . .and rational Mode of Domini. .
. . .Governor General and Counc. . .engal
have ordered thi. . . . . . .erected
. . .arted this Life Aug. 19, 1844. Ag. . .
On the other side of the grave were ancient verses, also very worn. As much as Chinn could decipher said:
. . . .the savage band
Forsook their Haunts and b. . . .is Command
. . . .mended. .rals check a. . .st for spoil
And.s.ing Hamlets prove his gene. . . .toil
Humanit. . .survey. . . . . .ights restore. .
A Nation. .ield. .subdued without a Sword.
For some little time he leant on the tomb thinking of this dead man of his own blood, and of the house in Devonshire; then nodding to the plains: "Yes, it's a big work. All of it. Even my little share. He must have been a man worth knowing . . . Bukta, where are my people?"
"Not here, Sahib. No man comes here except in full sun. They wait above. Let us climb and see."
But Chinn, remembering the first law of Oriental diplomacy, in an even voice answered: "I have come this far only because the Satpura folk are foolish, and dared not visit our lines. Now bid them wait on me here. I am not a servant, but a master of Bhils."
"I go—I go," clucked the old man. Night was falling, and at any moment Jan Chinn might whistle up his dreaded steed from the darkening scrub.
Now for the first time in a long life Bukta disobeyed a lawful command and deserted his leader; for he did not come back, but pressed to the flat table-top of the hill and called softly. Men stirred all about him; little trembling men with bows and arrows who had watched the two since noon.
"Where is he?" whispered one.
"At his own place. He bids you come," said Bukta.
"Now?"
"Now."
"Rather let him loose the Clouded Tiger upon us. We do not go."
"Nor I, though I bore him in my arms when he was a child in this his life. Wait here till the day."
"But surely he will be angry."
"He will be very angry, for he has nothing to eat. But he has said to me many times that the Bhils are his children. By sunlight I believe this, but—by moonlight I am not so sure. What folly have ye Satpura pigs compassed that ye should need him at all?"
"One came to us in the name of the Government with little ghost-knives and a magic calf, meaning to turn us into cattle by the cutting off of our arms. We were greatly afraid, but we did not kill the man. He is here; bound; a black man, and we think he comes from the West. He said it was an order to cut us all with knives—especially the women and the children. We did not hear that it was an order, so we were afraid, and kept to our hills. Some of our men have taken ponies and bullocks from the plains, and others pots and cloths, and earrings."
"Are any slain?"
"By our men? Not yet. But the young men are blown to and fro by many rumors like flames upon a hill. I sent runners
