The Atlantic Monthly — Child-life by the Ganges
“ Away fly kitten and mungooz,--away from the gate,--away from the Baboo's walks, bright with ixoras and creeping nagatallis,--away from the Baboo's park, shady with banians, and fragrant with sandal-trees, and imposing with tall peepuls, and cool with sparkling fountains,--away from the Baboo's home, away from the Baboo's heart, bereft thenceforth forever! For Chinna Tumbe follows fast, crying, Wah, wah! and clapping his hands, and jingling gleefully all his silver bells,--follows across the road, and through the bamboo hedge, and into the darkness and the danger of the jungle ”
