Blanche McManus

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Blanche McManus Our Little Hindu Cousin

Wouldn't it be fun! Perhaps we could shoot a tiger ourselves!"
"Oh, I shouldn't dare to even think of attacking a tiger," gasped the gentle little Chola. Hindus are as a rule mild, gentle folk. Perhaps this comes from their laws, so commonly observed, which forbid them to kill animals or eat meat.
"Perhaps you are afraid to go," said Harry.
"I have not fear, though I would not be brave enough to attempt to kill a great tiger; but I should like to go all the same. We are brave people, and many of our warrior caste serve in the great Sahib's army, as you know," said Chola, proudly.
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Blanche McManus Our Little Hindu Cousin

Chola's mother threw some cakes into the bowl as the wagon stopped.
"We will become beggars ourselves before we reach the 'Sacred City' if we are going to give to every beggar on the road," grumbled Harajar. "They are as thick as flies in our country."
"It is good to give to a 'Holy Man,'" said the gentle mother. "Maybe he will pray that our babe be made well;" and she sighed as she looked down at the white face of the baby in her arms.
No country in the world has so many beggars as India.
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Blanche McManus Our Little Hindu Cousin

Father often says he never had a finer lot of soldiers than those in his Indian regiment," replied Harry, hurriedly. He was afraid that he had hurt the little Hindu boy's feelings.
"But perhaps you can go, Chola, if Mahala can't. Let us go now and ask your uncle if he will take you," continued Harry.
"By all means let the boy come, Achmed. He will be a companion for you, Harry," said the Colonel Sahib. "And he will help you learn Hindustanee, too. You need help, do you not?" laughed his father.
"What will your father say if the gods of the jungle carry you off?" asked Achmed, half-banteringly.
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