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Evidently he craved a general exhilarator. Next morning we got away at 7 A. M. after the usual painful scene about getting up in the middle of the night, which was absurd, as there was no night. Next afternoon we passed the Great White Fall at the mouth of Hoar Frost River; the Indians call it Dezza Kya.
The squirrel sits chirruping familiarly on the edge of the verandah with his tail in the air and some uncracked pericarp in his uplifted hands, the kite circles aloft and whistles a shrill and mournful note, the sparrows chatter, the crow clears his throat, the minas scream discordantly, and Baby's soft, receptive nature thus absorbs an Indian language. Ulu ka bacha, tu kya karta hai?"
Ask Machudi's men and they will tell you that I came quietly with them, when I saw that the game was up. He shrugged his shoulders. 'It matters very little what you did. You are here now. Tie him up and put him in my kya, he said to the bodyguard. 'I have something to say to him before he dies. As the men laid hands on me, I saw the exultant grin on Henriques' face.
Narayan was the first to notice that I had fainted, and hastened to drag me back to the passage. And this very moment they all heard the voice of Gulab-Sing coming from the upper cell: "Tum-hare iha aneka kya kam tha?" "What on earth brought you here?"
At that moment something intercepted the sunshine, and a dark shadow fell across the floor. I looked, and saw a native standing on the threshold, salaaming and waiting to be spoken to. He was not one of our men, but a common ryot, clad simply in a dhoti or waist-cloth, and a rather dirty turban. "Kya chahte ho?" "What do you want?" asked Isaacs impatiently.
A man sickens, he wraps himself in stolid apathy, he makes no effort to shake of his malady, he accepts it with sullen, despairing, pathetic resignation as his fate. His friends mourn in their dumb, despairing way, but they too accept the situation. He has no one to rouse him. If you ask him what is the matter, he only wails out, 'Hum kya kurre? What can I do? I am unwell.
Already I felt in my breast some of the long thin assegais of Umbooni's men. But Laputa did not intend that I should be butchered. A word from him brought his company into order, and the next thing I knew I was facing him, where he stood in front of the biggest kya, with Henriques beside him, and some of the northern indunas.
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