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_Shows that there may be Poetry in a Bank, and attempts to show the / Wonders of the Palace of Boondi._
"This is a devil's place you have come to, Sahib. No grass for the horses, and the people don't understand anything, and their dirty pice are no good in Nasirabad. Look here! " And Ram Baksh wrathfully exhibited a handful of lumps of copper. The nuisance of taking a native out of his own beat is that he forthwith regards you not only as the author of his being, but of all his misfortunes as well. He is as hampering as a frightened child and as irritating as a man. "_Padre Martum Sahib_ never came here," said Ram Baksh, with the air of one who had been led against his will into bad company.