That is why in the hot weather
Intermediates are taken out of the carriages
dead, and in all weathers are most properly
looked down upon.
My particular Intermediate happened to
be empty till I reached Nasirabad, when a
huge gentleman in shirt-sleeves entered,
and, following the custom of Intermediates,
passed the time of day. He was a wanderer
and a vagabond like myself, but with an
educated taste for whiskey. He told tales
of things he had seen and done, of out-of-the-way
corners of the Empire into which he
had penetrated, and of adventures in which
he risked his life for a few days??™ food.
???If India was filled with men like you and
me, not knowing more than the crows where
they??™d get their next day??™s rations, it isn??™t
seventy millions of revenue the land would
be paying??”it??™s seven hundred million,??? said
he; and as I looked at his mouth and chin I
was disposed to agree with him. We talked
politics??”the politics of Loaferdom that sees
things from the underside where the lath
and plaster is not smoothed off??”and we
talked postal arrangements because my
friend wanted to send a telegram back from
the next station to Ajmir, which is the
turning-off place from the Bombay to the
Mhow line as you travel westward. My
friend had no money beyond eight annas
which he wanted for dinner, and I had no
money at all, owing to the hitch in the
Budget before mentioned. Further, I was
going into a wilderness where, though I
should resume touch with the Treasury,
there were no telegraph offices.
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