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_Of the Uncivilised Night and the Departure to Things Civilised. / Showing how a Friend may keep an Appointment too well._
"Let us go hence, my songs, she will not hear. Let us go hence together without fear! " But Ram Baksh the irrepressible sang it in altogether a baser key. He came by night to the pavilion on the lake, while the sepoys were cooking their fish, and reiterated his whine about the devildom of the country into which the Englishman had dragged him. _Padre Martum Sahib_ would never have thus treated the owner of sixteen horses, all fast and big ones, and eight superior "shutin tongas. " "Let us get away," said Ram Baksh. "You are not here for _shikar_, and the water is very bad. " It was indeed, except when taken from the lake, and then it only tasted fishy. "We will go, Ram Baksh," said the Englishman. "We will go in the very early morning, and in the meantime here is fish to stay your stomach with."