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Chapter 5 NOAK-HOLLY.

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he midst of the pathless wilds, the dwelling-places of those ravenous beasts, and not of them alone. He thought of the birds of prey that lodged unheeded in those stately trees-the brooding v

stream and formed fairy rafts for innumerable water-wagtails, he found a fragment of embroidered muslin, torn off by cruel teeth from Carly's tiny sleeve. He saw it was blood-stained. He

thought all further search was vain, and he

to exclude the heat. The well-moistened tatties cooled the hot air

r, and is ready a little before noon. The early breakfast had been forgotten by every one in Noak-holly that morning. The black servants were glidin

the odd expression of her face would have convulsed him with laughter. She was new to Indian ways, and was looking very blankly at an empty table to which she had been solemnly conducted by Mr. Desborough'

tranger's house. You might behave a little more like a gentleman, Oliver. In such circumst

had only been waiting for the major, made their appearance,

dishes in the servants' hands, and others set to work on the crumbs by Bon

ng, anxious to obey to the uttermost the incoherent charges

afraid to allude to her lost brother, for fear of bringing on another passionate outburst of her childish sorrow. He sent the ayah away, thinking the child would only copy th

r. "Weeping becomes dangerous with the thermometer at 110°. I mu

eep into some quiet corner and cry unseen. This was just what the major was charging Bona to prevent. The shy child fixed her l

f the nurse must be in some way to blame for the cata

tically. "Stranger as I am, I will remain with the little girl, if Mrs. Desb

muttered Oliver, as the spoon fell

; it was me," Kathleen sobbed. "Let

the major, drawing

orrified. "Surely you never di

or, that he might not lose a singl

ed Kathleen, putting both her little hands into the major's, an

s he listened choked Kathleen's voice with sobs, for she fe

d?" exclaimed Bona. "Only think, my

ine," said the major. "She mus

a shelter from the heat. Kathleen's kitten hotly resented this intrusion, and sprang after them with tail erect and bristling hair. The toads receiving many sharp pats on their broad backs from her uplifted paw, were driven

liver!" sh

like a brick. Oh, what little shoulders they are! Of course, a boy would have done so. Don't fret about how the wolf got in too much. They are awful creatures. I am a sailor boy. Terrible things happen at sea. My father was captain of a merchant

cere. She looked into his honest brown eyes and repeated her question-the que

e of the chintz curtain which did duty for a door,

randa, where a mat in a shady corner invited him to take the siesta he so much ne

e same tale-"No trace! no hope!" There was nothing more to be done. There is no land like India for sudden calamity. Those of us who pass many years among its rice-fields and banyan trees learn a resignation and a promptitude in action not common else

tle Carly. A terrible fear of another midnight alarm oppressed the whole household. The syces lighted fires close outside the

hurries into the open air. The long white line of road winding between the shady rows of tree

ry dreams. They meekly drew aside and salaamed to the ground, as a gilded carriage, drawn by a pair of white humped oxen, swept by. A long line of carts, creaking under their loads of indigo pulp, quickly followed. The scantily-clothed villagers

ly-leaves with snorts of rejoicing; while groups of merry children on the opposite bank were washing all the clothing they had-a broad white calico sash or waist-cloth. Their washing was

ith evident curiosity, as they passed a friendly hookah, or pipe, from one to another. They smoked, and listened

he morning-rejoicing that the wolf had eaten the bullet

oolie wallahs, who had come from the village,

rewell to the brother and sister on the eve of their departure,

that day had made in her appearance had r

ed, as he hastened to assure her every prec

But the curtain fell suddenly, and they saw no more of the mournful mother behind it. Even the majo

the weary night-watch by smoking an unlimited number of pipes, and growling at the numerous inmates of sun-cracked walls and retired corners, not to mention the disturbances of the punkah cooli

er than soothing the midnight fancies of the dismayed household, or escaping from the unwelcome attentions of Kathleen's p

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