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Updated: May 7, 2025
Thou hast dealt long with the Gods when they were contented and well-wishing. Now they are angry. Speak to them!" "What is a man against the wrath of Gods?" whined the priest, cowering as the wind took him. "Let me go to the temple, and I will pray there." "Son of a pig, pray here! Is there no return for salt fish and curry powder and dried onions? Call aloud! Tell Mother Gunga we have had enough.
The news was that the English were being hunted into the rivers, and by the Right and Left of Gunga! we believed it was true. So far as I went south I believed it to be true; and I went down-stream beyond Monghyr and the tombs that look over the river." "I know that place," said the Adjutant. "Since those days Monghyr is a lost city. Very few live there now."
And that, again, was nothing to the climax. Mahommed Gunga chose to polish up his silver spurs and ride in from his "estates" on a protracted visit to Peshawur, and with an escort that must have included half the zemindars on the countryside as well as his own small retinue.
Next he stationed a signaller with a cord in either hand, above the parapet, to notify the men below exactly when to set the simple machinery in motion. His eight clattered out from the stables on the far side of the rock, and his own charger was brought to him, saddled. Then, in a second, it was evident why Raputs do not rule in Rajputana. "I ride too with my men!" declared Mahommed Gunga. "Nay!
The black, dark roadside echoed it and a dot of light leapt up as a man came running with what gradually grew into a lamp. Mahommed Gunga seized the lamp, bent for a few seconds over the still sprawling fakir, whipped him again twice, cursed him and kicked him, until he got up and ran like a spectre for the gloom beyond the trees.
He sniffed at the fetid Bombay reek, and spoke of the clean air sweeping from the snow-topped Himalayas, that put life and courage into the lungs of men who rode like centaurs! And the other subalterns looked wistful, eying the bullock-carts that would take their baggage by another route. Fully the half of what Mahommed Gunga said was due to pride of race and country.
For a moment he had a half-formed intention to shout for Mahommed Gunga; but he checked that, reasoning that the Rajput might think he was afraid. Then his eye caught sight of something blacker than the shadows something long and thin and creepy that moved, and he remembered that bed, where the pans of water would protect him, was the only safe place.
He parted with his power, he parted with his situation, he parted with everything, but he never could part with Gunga Govind Sing. He was on his voyage, he had embarked, he was upon the Ganges, he had quitted his government; and his last dying sigh, his last parting voice, was "Gunga Govind Sing!" It demonstrates the power of friendship.
Mahommed Gunga left his squadron, too, to canter beside Alwa. "I am all ears, sahib!" he asserted, reining his horse until his stride was equal to the others. "The key to the situation is that treasure," asserted Cunningham. "Howrah wants it. Jaimihr wants it. The priests want it. I know that much for certain, from the McCleans. All right.
To cut a long story short, Dunnoo is now my personal servant on a gold mohur a month a sum which I still think far too little for the services he has rendered. Nothing on earth will induce me to go near that devilish spot again, or to reveal its whereabouts more clearly than I have done. Of Gunga Dass I have never found a trace, nor do I wish to do.
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