grain-seller

Updated: May 21, 2025

Thereafter, my father and my mother died of that same sickness, so we were alone my brother who had twelve years, I who had eight, and the sister who could not see. Yet were there the bullock and the oil-press remaining, and we made shift to press the oil as before. But Surjun Dass, the grain-seller, cheated us in his dealings; and it was always a stubborn bullock to drive.

Rudyard Kipling - Life's Handicap