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Show An Indian Day. In the dew -bespangled sunrise, w hile the air was caressingly cool, we went forth to rl.le along the river bank and beside fields of yellow mustard or dun stubble; then, on our return to the ahadowed tents, a bath, breakfast, and the day's occupations; then again. In the sw ift dusk of evening, when furtive fur-tive Jackals rent the twilight stillness with walling and demoniac laughter, or the sliver bark of little foxes echoed over the mist-veiled rice fields, white under the moon, we gathered in con.fortable deck chairs In a great, dim aisle of the mango grove, while the tents shone orange In the lamplight, lamp-light, to tell sad stories of the deaths of kinds, or liten to the Police Cbota Sahib, who had a pretty, sentimental tenor, singing "The Long Indian Day." Charles Johnston, Is the Atlantic. |