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Updated: June 25, 2025
English folk forget quickly, but natives have long memories, and if a man has done good in his life it is remembered after his death. The weathered marble four-square tomb of Jan Chinn was hung about with wild flowers and nuts, packets of wax and honey, bottles of native spirits, and infamous cigars, with buffalo horns and plumes of dried grass.
All the Bhils knew that Jan Chinn reincarnated had honoured Bukta's village with his presence after slaying his first in this life tiger; that he had eaten and drunk with the people, as he was used; and Bukta must have drugged Chinn's liquor very deeply upon his back and right shoulder all men had seen the same angry red Flying Cloud that the high Gods had set on the flesh of Jan Chinn the First when first he came to the Bhil.
"It remains only to give orders. They said they will obey if thou wilt only stand between them and the Government." "That I know," said Chinn, strolling slowly to the table-land. A few of the elder men stood in an irregular semicircle in an open glade; but the ruck of people women and children were hidden in the thicket. They had no desire to face the first anger of Jan Chinn the First.
He prepared his plan of action much as his grandfather would have done; and when Bukta appeared in the morning with a most liberal supply of food, said nothing of the overnight desertion. Bukta would have been relieved by an outburst of human anger; but Chinn finished his victual leisurely, and a cheroot, ere he made any sign. "They are very much afraid," said Bukta, who was not too bold himself.
One good thing is that they'll only use local corps, and we can knock up something we'll call a campaign, and let them down easy. Fancy us potting our best beaters because they don't want to be vaccinated! They're only crazy with fear." "Don't you think, sir," said Chinn, the next day, "that perhaps you could give me a fortnight's shooting-leave?" "Desertion in the face of the enemy, by Jove!"
Whether all the Bhils, vaccinated and unvaccinated, of the Satpuras had lain by to see the kill, Chinn could not say; but the whole hill's flank rustled with little men, shouting, singing, and stamping.
Young Chinn could not trust himself to reply, and the voice went on: "I have taken your keys from that fat foreigner, and sent him away; and the studs are in the shirt for mess. Who should know, if I do not know? And so the baby has become a man, and forgets his nurse; but my nephew shall make a good servant, or I will beat him twice a day."
John Chinn the Second was rather clever, but as the eldest son he entered the army, according to Chinn tradition. His duty was to abide in his father's regiment for the term of his natural life, though the corps was one which most men would have paid heavily to avoid.
Young Chinn opened his eyes when he understood that each one of his companions had shot several tigers in the Wuddar style on foot, that is making no more of the business than if the brute had been a dog. "In nine cases out of ten," said the Major, "a tiger is almost as dangerous as a porcupine. But the tenth time you come home feet first."
"Two heifers a week. We drive them for him at the foot of the hill. It is his custom. If we did not, he might seek us." "Blackmail and piracy," said Chinn. "I can't say I fancy going into the cave after him. What's to be done?" The Bhils fell back as Chinn lodged himself behind a rock with his rifle ready.
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