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Updated: June 10, 2025
And when Jack saw and understood, a smile broke through his bloodshot, vengeful eyes as starlight falls on muddy waters, and he turned away his death-seeking aim, and his mouth trembled as he said: "Why it's it's the Little 'Un! I cudn't kill him " and he clutched at the cotton-bale as he went down, falling and Captain Tom grasped him, letting him down gently.
Put the same men in the open field where a charge of bayonets was to be met, and they would doubtless have broken and fled without crossing steel. Nor, on the other hand, could any musketry have kept the English columns out of the cotton-bale breast-work; they had often in the Peninsula stormed stronger works than that, without faltering for artillery, musketry, or bayonet.
Captious critics, including those who wrote for the daily press and those who merely sent in offensive letters college professors and such like cheap high-brows had raised yawping voices to point out that Paul Revere galloping along the pre-Revolutionary turnpike to spread the alarm passed en route two garages and one electric power house; that Washington crossing the Delaware stood in the bow of his skiff half shrouded in an American flag bearing forty-eight stars upon its field of blue; that Andrew Jackson's riflemen filing out from New Orleans to take station behind their cotton-bale breastworks marched for some distance beneath a network of trolley wires; that Abraham Lincoln signing the Emancipation Proclamation did so while seated at a desk in a room which contained in addition to Lincoln and the desk and the Proclamation a typewriter and a Persian rug; that at Manila Bay Admiral Dewey wore spats and a wrist watch.
India has been to me, as the average American, a dream of terraced ghauts, of banyans and bungalows, of Taj Mahals and tigers, of sacred rivers and subterranean temples, and and that sort of thing. I come here and land in a big cotton-yard. I ask myself, 'Have I left Jonesville dear Jonesville! on the other side of the world, in order to sit on an antipodal cotton-bale?"
When rigged out in this costume, my diameter was about equal to half my height, and I found locomotion rather cumbrous; while Braisted, whose stature is some seven inches shorter, waddled along like an animated cotton-bale.
Every Muezzin in the city is in full cry, and some men on the roof-tops are beginning to kneel. A long pause precedes the last cry, 'La ilaha Illallah, and the silence closes up on it, as the ram on the head of a cotton-bale. The Muezzin stumbles down the dark stairway grumbling in his beard. He passes the arch of the entrance and disappears.
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