word, but it was a sore trial to him; for the streets and the
bazars, and the sounds in them, were full of meaning to Strickland,
and these called to him to come back and take up his wanderings and
his discoveries. Some day, I will tell you how he broke his
promise to help a friend. That was long since, and he has, by this
time, been nearly spoilt for what he would call shikar. He is
forgetting the slang, and the beggar's cant, and the marks, and the
signs, and the drift of the undercurrents, which, if a man would
master, he must always continue to learn.

But he fills in his Departmental returns beautifully.



YOKED WITH AN UNBELIEVER.


I am dying for you, and you are dying for another.

Punjabi Proverb.


When the Gravesend tender left the P. & 0. steamer for Bombay and
went back to catch the train to Town, there were many people in it
crying. But the one who wept most, and most openly was Miss Agnes
Laiter. She had reason to cry, because the only man she ever
loved--or ever could love, so she said--was going out to India; and
India, as every one knows, is divided equally between jungle,
tigers, cobras, cholera, and sepoys.