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Updated: June 10, 2025
If the Satpura Bhils kept to their villages, and did not wander after dark, they would not see him. Indeed, Bukta, it is no more than that he would see the light again in his own country. Send this news south, and say that it is my word." Bukta bowed to the floor. "Good Heavens!" thought Chinn, "and this blinking pagan is a first-class officer, and as straight as a die!
And now Bukta is zealous that John Chinn shall swiftly be wedded and impart his powers to a son; for if the Chinn succession fails, and the little Bhils are left to their own imaginings, there will be fresh trouble in the Satpuras. All supplies very bad and dear, and there are no facilities for even the smallest repairs. Sailing Directions.
It was a parching day, and the boy very naturally stripped and went in for a bathe, leaving Bukta by the clothes. A white skin shows far against brown jungle, and what Bukta beheld on Chinn's back and right shoulder dragged him forward step by step with staring eyeballs. "I'd forgotten it isn't decent to strip before a man of his position," said Chinn, flouncing in the water.
You're a Chinn and all that, and you've a sort of vested right here; but if you don't believe what we're telling you, what will you do when old Bukta begins his stories? He knows about ghost-tigers, and tigers that go to a hell of their own; and tigers that walk on their hind feet; and your grandpapa's riding-tiger, as well. 'Odd he hasn't spoken of that yet."
It happened to be the old answer of his childhood, when Bukta in jest called him the little General Sahib. The Major's quarters were opposite Chinn's, and when he heard his servant gasp with surprise he looked across the room.
Now for the first time in a long life Bukta disobeyed a lawful command and deserted his leader; for he did not come back, but pressed to the flat table-top of the hill, and called softly. Men stirred all about him little trembling men with bows and arrows who had watched the two since noon. "Where is he?" whispered one. "At his own place. He bids you come," said Bukta. "Now?" "Now."
They have worked hard, and perhaps " "Oh, if they skin clumsily, we will skin them. They are my people. In the lines I am one thing. Here I am another." This was very true. When Bukta doffed uniform and reverted to the fragmentary dress of his own people, he left his civilisation of drill in the next world.
Now in the autumn of his second year's service an uneasy rumour crept out of the earth and ran about among the Bhils. Chinn heard nothing of it till a brother- Officer said across the mess-table: "Your revered ancestor's on the rampage in the Satpura country. You'd better look him up." "I don't want to be disrespectful, but I'm a little sick of my revered ancestor. Bukta talks of nothing else.
He has come in from the Mair country. In seven days we will return with the skin." The mess gnashed their teeth enviously. Bukta, had he chosen, might have invited them all. But he went out alone with Chinn, two days in a shooting-cart and a day on foot, till they came to a rocky, glary valley with a pool of good water in it.
Say only one little word, and we will be content." "We? What have tales from the south, where the jungly Bhils live, to do with drilled men?" "When Jan Chinn wakes is no time for any Bhil to be quiet." "But he has not waked, Bukta." "Sahib" the old man's eyes were full of tender reproof "if he does not wish to be seen, why does he go abroad in the moonlight?
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