face there swept suddenly a look of great In a few moments all her hair was about tenderness.

her shoulders. I had never thought that After a little pause she rose and came she might be carrying such glory quietly to me.

hidden beneath the simple nurse's cap. “ Who is he?" she asked.

" That is better,” he said, “ that is bet“Fitz-Warrener of the Naval Brigade. ter." Do you know him ? "

And he let all the hairpios fall on the “No, I never heard of him. Of course coverlet. - it is quite hopeless ? "

“ Now, you are my owo Maroy," he “Quite."

murmured. Are you pot?” She returned to her position by the She hesitated one moment. bedside, with one arm laid across his • Yes, dear!” she said softly. “I am chest.

your own Marny." Presently he began whispering again, With her disengaged hand she stroked and at intervals she answered him. It his blanching cheek. There was a certain suddenly occurred to me that, in his science about her touch, as if she had once unconsciousness, he was mistaking her known something of these matters. for some one else, and that she, for some Lovingly and slowly the smoke-grimed woman's reason, was deceiving him pur fingers passed over the wonderful hair, posely.

smoothing it. In a few moments I was sure of this. Then he grew more daring. He touched

I tried not to look ; but I saw it all. I her eyes, her geotle cheeks, the quiet, saw his poor blind hands wander over her strong lips. He slipped to her shoul throat and face, up to her hair.

der, and over the soft folds of her black “What is this?" he muttered quite dress. distinctly, with that tone of self-absorption " Been gardening ?” he asked, coming which characterizes the sayings of an to the bib of her nursing apron. unconscious man. * What is this silly It was marvellous how the brain, which

was laid open to the day, retained the conHis fingers wandered on over the sciousness of one subject so long. snowy linen until they came to the strings. “ Yes - dear," she whispered.

As an aspirant to the title of gentleman, “ Your old apron is all wet!” he said I felt like running away - many doctors reproachfully, touching her breast where know this feeling; as a doctor, I could the blood – his own blood was slowly only stay.

drying His fingers fumbled with the strings. His hand passed on, and as it touched Still Sister bent over the bed. Perhaps her, I saw her eyes soften into such a she bent an inch or two nearer. One wonderful tenderness, that I felt as if I hand was beneath his neck, supporting were looking on a part of Sister's life the poor, shattered head.

which was sacred. He slowly drew off the cap, and his I saw a little movement as if to draw fingers crept lovingly over the soft, fair back — then she resolutely held her posihair.

tion. But her eyes were dull with a new “ Marny," he said, quite clearly, “ you've pain. I wonder – I have wondered ever done your hair up, and you're nothing but since — what memories that poor sense. a little girl, you know – nothing but a less wreck of a man was arousing in the little girl."

woman's heart by his wandering touch. I could not help watching his fingers, Maroy,” he said, “ Marny. It was not and yet I felt like a man committing too hard waiting for me?” sacrilege.

“ No, dear.” “When I left you," said the brainless “It will be all right now, Marny. The voice, " you wore it down your back. bad part is all past.' You were a little girl — you are a little Yes.girl now.'

“ Marny, you remember — the night And he slowly drew a hairpio out. I left - Marny - I want -00 - no, your One long lock fell curling to her shoulder. lips." She never looked up, never noticed me, I koelt suddenly and slipped my hand but knelt there like a ministering angel within his shirt, for I saw something in personating for a time a girl whom we his face. had never seen.

As Sister's lips touched his I felt his “My little girl,” he added, with a low heart give a great bound within his breast, laugh, and drew out another hairpin. and then it was still.

When she lifted her face it was as paleities do not allow them to beat to death as his.

with clubs as many buffaloes as they I must say that I felt like crying a please at their annual funeral sacrifices, feeling which had not come to me for one of which has just taken place. twenty years. I busied myself purposely The Archbishop of Goa, Aleixo de Mewith ihe dead man, and when I had fin- nezes, who directed the spiritual concerns ished my task I turned and found Sister of the subjects of his most faithful filling in the papers – her cap neatly tied Majesty the kiog of Portugal upon the - her golden hair hidden.

storied western coast of India, was told in I signed the certificate, placing my name 1600 that a race of Christians called Tobeneath hers.

das lived fifty leagues away from his reFor a moment we stood. Our eyes motest church, and he sent a Jesuit father met, and — we said nothing. She moved to tend these wandering sheep, which towards the door, and I held it open while father, however, reported thai he found she passed out.

no Christianity in them; and seventy Two hours later I received orders from years later the procurator-general of the the officer in command to send the nurses barefooted Carmelites said: “These Toback to headquarters. Our men were das pray to the buffaloes by which they falling back before the enemy.

live, and hang a miserable little bell upon HENRY SETON MERRIMAN. their necks, which is enough to ensure

them adoration. Though the buffaloes are very often killed by tigers, yet the Todas do not slacken in their worship."

Of this curious race, by some held to be From The Nineteenth Century.

aborigines of southern India, by some to AN INDIAN FUNERAL SACRIFICE.

be Manichæans, and by others to be one “ WISHING the good of your country, of the lost tribes of Israel, but six or serve the Kine, otherwise you waste all seven hundred remain, scattered in tiny your wealth. The Cow should be pro villages of oven-shaped wicker houses tected. See how the strength of the over the breezy downs of the Nilgiri hills. Christian religion is increased by means Whatever be their origin — and probably of preachers and the distribution of cate. they are aboriginal inhabitants of the land chisms! 1, too, will publish a periodical they live in -- they worship nature in its called the Propagator of the Cow Reli. loveliest moods, and ever build on sloping gion. Those subscribers who remit their lawns of emerald turf, by rippling rills of subscriptions in advance will receive limpid water, and alongside little woods of gratis a picture of the Mother Cow, with ilex, eugenia, and rhododendron, nestling colored borders. This is a work for the in the folds of hills, whence a glorious benefit of the country, written by the ser- prospect stretches of hot and shimmering vant of the Cow, preacher for the preser- plain below, dotted with giant ant-hills, as vation of the Kine, and one desirous of they seem to the eye, with silver patches kindness."

of irrigation lakes sparkling in the sun, This curious amalgam of old-world reli- beyond which, rising above a wall of fleecy gion and of latter-day journalism was clouds, looms in the distant view another freely distributed at Indian railway sta- range of mountains as lofty and precipi. tions within the last few months, and is a tous as the Nilgiris themselves. strange contrast to the resolutions of the Pastoral folk, idle and picturesque, they recent Indian National Congress, based live on the milk and produce of their bufupon an assumed demand by the people aloes, and, as the unknown is dreaded here of India for representative government of as elswehere, their neighbors, who live by the Western type.

the sweat of their brow, much fearing It is only another proof of the diverse what they do not understand, pay them influences at work and of the widely dif- fees as wizards for value received in occult ferent customs prevalent in British India, matters, and as a retaining fee for their that, while "the servant of the Cow, and aid in counteracting the spells of the one' desirous of kindness" is circulating dread men of the slopes, who do their his advertisements, the survivors of a business with beasts of prey, track the small and diminishing “tribe of rather bison, snare the leopard – a fearsome peofair people on the mountains in the king. ple, whose women "leave their children in dom of the Zamorin," who were described ihe charge of tigers" when they go forth in 1672 as adorers of their kine, consider to cultivate the barley and the amaranth themselves aggrieved because the author- and to gather honey in the woods.

They have curious stories of the crea. I togas flutter in the breeze as the merry.gotion of mankind -- how the first man round whirls around as it does in an En. created a fellow-man out of the earth, mak- glish fair, at the rate of a farthing for thirty ing the first woman from one of his ribs. revolutions, and the swinging boats sway They have a kind of trinity consisting of a with their aërial freight. In a long, imfather, a son, and a kite — the last mem- promptu lane shopkeepers from the neighber, born of a pumpkin, the offspring boring village of Ootacamund, eight miles of the first woman, into which life was away, display their wares: sugarcane for breathed by her husband. They have, too, bright, white teeth to munch, rock cakes a heaven and hell, the latter a dismal browned with burnt sugar, light, fried stream full of leeches across which the rice, cigars and cabbage-rolled cigarettes ; souls of the departed have to pass upon oranges and ginger-beer of course, but a single thread, which breaks beneath the also cocoanuts, cinnamon, dates, wheatweight of those burdened with sin, but cakes, tändstickor matches, and sugarstands the slight strain of a good man's candy. Nor does this conclude the soul.

enumeration; needles and pins are not When a Toda dies he is swathed in a wanting, nor combs for the glossy hair of new cloth, his toes are tied together with Toda maidens, nor looking.glasses wherein red thread, and earth is cast upon his to braid their locks and curl their ringbody. Two of his buffaloes are slain be- lets. The Malabaris weigh their spices by fore him, and his hands placed in turn means of a most interesting implement, upon their horns, wbile his relations mourn the exact replica of a bishop's crozier, the with streaming tears. Some grain, sugar, bronze at one end curled and perforated rupees, and tobacco are then wrapped in in a cunning fashion, at the other pointed the dead man's cloth, a piece of his skull, like an alpenstock. A loop in the middle his hair, and his finger-nails are removed, fixed to the finger of the seller holds this clarified butter is smeared upon the fra. episcopal measure poised, while a string grant wood of the pyre, and the body is to which the plate depends is moved up reduced to ashes, which are cast to the and down the staff, steel dots whereon winds.

indicate the weight contained within the The portion of the skull, the hair, and scale. the finger-nails are carefully preserved Beyond the bazaar, beside the wood, is till the occurrence of the great annual the house of mourning, built of new bamfestival, to describe which is the object of boos, oven-shaped, and closed in front this paper.

with fresh-sawn planks of jungle-wood, Once for all in the course of the year the through which peep the female relatives Todas celebrate with great splendor the of the deceased persons; while the males, funeral obsequies of those who have died, crouched upon ihe floor, now wail and or, as they say, have taken the leap over now watch, at one moment are drowned in the great precipice into the bottomless tears, and at another curiously staring at abyss, during the preceding year. This the strangers. Around the little oven ceremony is called the dry, and that house are hung the grain-measures used above described – which takes place on by the deceased and the bowls from which the actual occurrence of each death — the they drank buttermilk; and around each wet, funeral.

and all of these are chains of silver and Let us approach the high lawos above gold, thin and inexpensive, but delicate in the sheer cliffs, below which fows the workmanship, from which hang tiny little river dividing the Nilgiris from the terri- coins, silver or gold as the case may be. tories of the Maharajah of Mysore, and within the mourning house, too, are the here we first are struck by the bright and hair and nails and the pieces of skull pre. animated crowd, light-hearted as the pelo served since the wet funeral of each of lucid air of the hills can make them, daring those whose obsequies are celebrated to. and successful as to color as only Orien- day. The occupants of this wicker house tals can be, and enjoying a holiday as they of woe remain therein for three whole days, alone can whose hearts are young. The but come out to take their meals. Against childlike element so often noticed in the the low-arched roof leaps a tall, tapering Hiacus is nowhere more prominently dis- stick, green from the wood, around which, piayed than in the Todas and other tribes at intervals of a foot or so, are bound red of the Nilgiris. Grave-looking greybeards and blue bandages of yarn, from which are sitting astride open-mouthed, tongue- hang bundles of little shells, so arranged hanging wooden horses, burlesque tigers, as to look like a bunch of unopened blos. and long-truoked elephants, and ample soms of tuberose. Upon the roof, above

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a trident of three sticks, squats a curly- of woe the midday meal is being prepared, bearded, hirsute, and swarthy Toda, hold just within the wood. In a colossal cauling in bis hand a palmyra-leaf umbrella, dron, with big fat handles like a mastiff's laced with little silver chains and hung ears, simmers pumpkin soup, clarified about with small silver coins. All these butter boils in earthenware vessels, and in pretty things are burnt, together with the great wicker baskets are spowy mountains hair, nails, and skull fragments of the dead, of well.boiled rice. The floor of tbe in the false dawn of the morning succeed. kitchen is a little mossy flat, and the ing the sacrifice.

fronds of feros hang over the utensils; On the turf beside, the Todas are danc. the roof is an arch of verdure, through ing in a ring, each with his arms inter- which shafts of bright sunlight strike upon laced with those of his immediate neigh- the pots and pans below. The chef de bors. Forty or fifty big, bearded meo beat cuisine looks up as some lichens fall into the ground in solemn step and rhythmical the soup, and excitedly warns off a boy progression, hoarsely ejaculating “ Ho! who from the tree above was looking over Ho! Ho! Ho!" Some hold in their hands the heads of the others into the kraal. massive clubs, others umbrellas

Beside the kitchen a little shed has sign of dignity in the East, and not a mere been constructed of uprights and crosssunshade. As they jump around, their beams, with boughs for wall and roof. thick masses of glossy black hair, below Herein the women eat, on this great day the graceful turbans, rise and fall to the only, and not because caste or custom prestep. Some wear bands of beaten gold vails with these polyandrous daughters of around their necks, others cylinders of the downs, who neither on this por on any silver. All are wrapped in ample robes of other occasion use screen or veil. When plain white cotton, and silver anklets ring young they are often good-looking, after a in the clear air, a more acceptable accom. somewhat sensual fashion. They have paniment than the music of the magi. skin of a light bamboo color, white, even cians' band. The black and carrion-eating teeth, ample black hair and eyes, a gracetribe of magic-working Kotas by pre- ful figure, and regular features fairly scriptive right supply the music on these attractive whole. Their grief is abysmal, occasions. Their instruments are "scran. and so is their curiosity; and if their exnel pipes of wretched straw" and drums pression varies little, it changes with of untanned buffalo hide, the hairs of startling rapidity from one to another of which adhere to all portions but those its few known phases. receptive of the blow.

Within the kraal are twelve female buf. One of the Todas had been taken by faloes, two for each of the deceased, and Barnum into his show. He spoke a little facing them upon the wall stand as many English, and said he had been to Aus. active young Todas, each holding in his tralia, America, Liverpool, and England. hand a club somewhat taller than himseif, In the course of his travels he had lost of fresh jungle-wood cut at one end to a the dignified demeanor of his race, and, point-a'heavy and formidable weapon seizing and pulling a bystanding Toda's whether used as goad or bludgeon. Forbeard, he said, “Once I not shave, like merly the poor beasts were beaten on the this !” The temper and gravity of the back till their spioes were paralyzed, and untravelled one were proof even against then half led, half dragged to the slaughthis provocation. The traveller seemed ter. For many years past this cruel pracon good terms with his neighbors, from tice has been prohibited, and the staves whose simple ways he had far departed, are now symbolical of the past rather than and now and again would join the ring of of use in the present, though their sharp dancers, like an inebriated Bacchanal points may be needed at any moment for among the conscript fathers. We often protection against an infuriated buffalo. hear of the ceremonies which Brahmins Suddenly the dozeo athletes leap into have to perform on their return from the kraal. Six cast down their clubs and Europe. The Todas make short work of Aing themselves upon the frightened these, and are said to have received Bar- beasts. Two men for each buffalo, they pum back into the fold after removing his hang by its broad, branching horns, blind. hat and trousers and subjecting him to folding its eyes, while it charges hither the ordeal of total immersion,

and thither, dashes them against the cirThe kraal in which the sacrificial cular wall, or strives to trample them buffaloes are pent is hidden by a wall of under their feet. The animals for the spectators standing on its circular stone most part keep together in a close crowd, enclosure, and between it and the house or race around the kraal; but sometimes one whose spirit is still unbroken will tree blazes, red as the maples in the woods charge the club-holders, but speedily re- of Kioto ; along the road are frequent treats on being met by the point. It is trees of rhodomyrtus, admirable shrub, in extraordinary how the Todas escape, as flower and fruit alike delightful; while they generally do, unhurt. The day before the eye feasts upon its rose-myrtle blosthe sacrifice they capture the huge and soms, its boughs — if haply it grow in the only half-tamed beasts out in the open, matutinal shade — afford pocketfuls of and drag them to the kraal, which now is iced gooseberries. Nor is animal life soon deserted for the midday meal. wanting on the rolling downs. Fly-catch

The feasters sit arouod on the turf, and ers and crested larks abound, the yellow the cooks heap up rice on the plantain. oriole flits about the brakes; sneaks across leaves before them, pour the clarified but the path the jackal — or call him, silent in ter thereon and the pumpkin soup. The his diurnal aspect, as men of science do, dogs sit quietly looking on, knowing that the golden hound; and sometimes, in their turn is coming.

pride and ample pinion, the eagle soars 'The meal over, all hands make again for above in the sunlight. J. D. REES. the kraal, the wall of which is crowded, while the ilex-trees around bend with a liv. ing freight of spectators. The relics of the deceased persons are now placed on the ground near the gate of the enclosure, and

From The Cornhill Magazine. their relations cast earth upon them three

THE ALPINE ROOT-GRUBBER. times, and three times upon the beasts THE edelweiss (Gnaphalium Leontopo within. The priest approaches, singles dium) has been hunted from one point of out a buffalo, and casts towards it a chap- refuge to another, among the Alps, till it let of leaves. Instantly a rush is made to has been almost exterminated in its native its devoted head, it is dragged forth strug- home. One of the most beautiful and gling to the sacrificial stone, and slain by quaint of the mountain flowers is conone blow from the butt end of an axe. demoed to extinction because tourists in The mourners, wailing, now hang upon its Switzerland consider themselves bouod by horns, kiss its head, cast dust upon the fashion to wear a couple of dried speci. relics and hold them before the prostrate mens in their hats, or send them home beast, praying that its death may be taken gummed to a card. In one or two of the as an expiation of the sins of “one whom cantons the government has interfered to God has taken, whose name shall never save the persecuted plant, and has set a more on earth be spoken." The other fine on the plucking of its beautiful white buffaloes are in like manner slaughtered, Auffy flowers. and the sacrifice is done.

The edelweiss does not submit readily By the clear starlight of these mountain to cultivation in gardens. It will indeed regions, early on the following morning, grow when planted in a rockery, but it the mourners meet again at the house of degenerates early, the flowers assuming woe. By rubbing two sticks together they a green hue in place of snowy white, and light a fire, wherein they buro the contents the petals losing their curious wool. of the house, the measures of grain, the Another Alpine favorite is also subject cakes of sugar, the baskets, and, above all, to remorseless pursuit, but for quite anthe relics, till then preserved, of those in other object. This is the large blue genwhose honor are held these funeral rites. tian, the gentianella (Gentiana acaulis), When all is consumed to ashes, the chief and it is becoming year by year less commourner, standing by the expiring embers, mon, and it is even feared lest it also raises an earthen pot above his head and should have to be placed under the prodashes it to the ground. “The silver cord tection of the law to save it, like the edel. is loosed, the golden bowl is broken, the weiss, from being blotted out of the book pitcher broken at the fountain, the wheel of existing Alpine flowers. There is, broken at the cistern, the dust returned to however, this comfort in thinking of the the earth as it was, and the spirit to God cruel and unremittent pursuit to which the who gave it."

gentianella is subjected, that it, unlike the Little do such reflections occur to those edelweiss, lives happily and shows its full who journey back over the hills when the beauty of color in the garden border. And sacrifice is over. Men and women march yet what would an Alpine pasture be with. along lightheartedly, and children holding out its gentians ? Lovely it always will branches of rhododendron flowers trip be- be, but of a loveliness without its perfecside them. In the woods the wild olive. tion. The gentianella is the very crown

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