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My boat was moored beside an old bathing ghat [wharf] of the river, almost in ruins. The sun had set.
On the roof of the boat the boatmen were at their evening prayer. Against the bright background of the Western sky their silent worship stood like a picture. The waning light was reflected on the still surface of the river in every delicate shade of colour from gold to steel-blue.
A huge house with broken windows, tumbledown verandas and all the appearance of old age was in front of me. I sat alone on the steps of the ghat, which were cracked by the far-reaching roots of a banyan tree. A feeling of sadness began to come over me, when suddenly I was startled to hear a voice asking: ‘Sir, where have you come from?’
I looked up, and saw a man who seemed half-starved and out of fortune. His face had a dilapidated look such as is common among my countrymen who take up service away from home. His dirty coat of Assam silk was greasy and open at the front. He appeared to be just returning from his day’s work, and to be taking a walk by the side of the river at a time when he should have been taking his evening meal.
The newcomer took seat beside me on the steps. I said in answer to his question: ‘I come from Ranchi.’
‘What occupation?’
‘I am a merchant.’
‘What sort?’
‘A dealer in cocoons and timber.’
‘What name?’
After a moment’s hesitation I gave a name, but it was not my own.
Still the stranger’s curiosity was not satisfied. Again, he questioned me: ‘What have you come here for?’
I replied: ‘For a change of air.’
My cross-examiner seemed a little astonished. He said: ‘Well, sir, I have been enjoying the air of this place for nearly six years, and with it I have taken a daily average of fifteen grains of quinine, but I have not noticed that I have benefited much.’
I replied: ‘Still, you must acknowledge that, after Ranchi, I shall find the air of this place sufficient of a change.’
‘Yes indeed,’ said he. ‘More than you bargain for. But where will you stay here?’
Pointing to the tumbledown house above the ghat, I said: ‘There.’
I think my friend had a suspicion that I had come in search of hidden treasure. However, he did not pursue the subject. He only began to describe to me what had happened in this ruined building some fifteen years before.
I found that he was the schoolmaster of the place. From beneath an enormous bald head his tow eyes shone out from there scokets with a unnatural brightness in a face that was thin with hunger and illness .
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think my friend had a suspicion that I had come in search of hidden treasure. However, he did not pursue the subject. He only began to describe to me what had happened in this ruined building some fifteen years before.
I found that he was the schoolmaster of the place. From beneath an enormous bald head his tow eyes shone out from there scokets with a unnatural brightness in a face
appearance of old age was in front of me. I sat alone on the steps of the ghat, which were cracked by the far-reaching roots of a banyan tree. A feeling of sadness began to come over me, when suddenly I was startled to hear a voice asking: ‘Sir, where have you come from?’
I looked up, and saw a man who seemed half-starved and out of fortune. His face had a dilapidated look such as