Harold Lamb,
The Camp of the Snake — Chapter 5
(1924)
“ Dixon had been studying the owner of the tent, and now he smiled as if he had made up his mind. "I think we are indebted to you, Moorcroft, for your absentee hospitality last night," he said. "Please accept our thanks. As to the tomb, you are talking quite over my head, you know. We are not molesting any grave. Cutting the trees will not disturb anything under the earth. The land is the rajah's, the timber is mine." ”
Harold Lamb,
The Camp of the Snake — Chapter 5
(1924)
“ Dixon and a half dozen Hindus were forming around the furthest of the deodars, at the edge of the grove by the brink of the gorge. As Moorcroft came up, four axes began to ring on the trunk. "Captain Dixon! Captain Dixon!" The doctor waved his arms and shouted. "This will never do!" Coming to the tree he said something sharply to the natives and they lowered their axes, looking at the captain. Dixon glanced at me, then at Moorcroft and raised one eyebrow."The deodars are not to be touched," Moorcroft panted. ”
Harold Lamb,
The Camp of the Snake — Chapter 5
(1924)
“ The tribe that had sold the big trees to him—Arnold called them Chitralis—were objecting to his felling a group of the deodars which were valuable. The rajah of the Chitralis claimed that this particular grove sheltered the grave of his gone-and-forgotten ancestors; he had forgotten the grove when the contract was drawn up and signed. The trees belonged to Dixon and his partners; but, with the Chitralis acting ugly, the Hindus who were working for Dixon had kept their distance from the grove that had caused the dispute. "Those infernal Hindus are like sheep," Arnold told me. ”
