I Have
Often Observed That Small Children, When Brought On To Low, Moist
Ground From A High Level, Give Loose
To a sudden spontaneous gladness,
running, shouting, and rolling over the grass just like dogs, and I
have no doubt
That the fresh smell of the earth is the cause of their
joyous excitement.
Our house was a long low structure, built of brick, and, being very
old, naturally had the reputation of being haunted. A former
proprietor, half a century before I was born, once had among his
slaves a very handsome young negro, who, on account of his beauty and
amiability, was a special favourite with his mistress. Her preference
filled his poor silly brains with dreams and aspirations, and,
deceived by her gracious manner, he one day ventured to approach her
in the absence of his master and told her his feelings. She could not
forgive so terrible an insult to her pride, and when her husband
returned went to him, white with indignation, and told him how this
miserable slave had abused their kindness. The husband had an
implacable heart, and at his command the offender was suspended by the
wrists to a low, horizontal branch of "The Tree," and there, in sight
of his master and mistress, he was scourged to death by his fellow-
slaves. His battered body was then taken down and buried in a deep
hollow at some little distance from the last of the long row of ombu
trees. It was the ghost of this poor black, whose punishment had been
so much heavier than his offence deserved, that was supposed to haunt
the place. It was not, however, a conventional ghost, stalking about
in a white sheet; those who had seen it averred that it invariably
rose up from the spot where the body had been buried, like a pale,
luminous exhalation from the earth, and, assuming a human shape,
floated slowly towards the house, and roamed about the great trees,
or, seating itself on an old projecting root, would remain motionless
for hours in a dejected attitude. I never saw it.
Our constant companion and playmate in those days was a dog, whose
portrait has never faded from remembrance, for he was a dog with
features and a personality which impressed themselves deeply on the
mind. He came to us in a rather mysterious manner. One summer evening
the shepherd was galloping round the flock, and trying by means of
much shouting to induce the lazy sheep to move homewards. A strange-
looking lame dog suddenly appeared on the scene, as if it had dropped
from the clouds, and limping briskly after the astonished and
frightened sheep, drove them straight home and into the fold; and,
after thus earning his supper and showing what stuff was in him, he
established himself at the house, where he was well received. He was a
good-sized animal, with a very long body, a smooth black coat, tan
feet, muzzle, and "spectacles," and a face of extraordinary length,
which gave him a profoundly-wise baboon-like expression. One of his
hind legs had been broken or otherwise injured, so that he limped and
shuffled along in a peculiar lopsided fashion; he had no tail, and his
ears had been cropped close to his head: altogether he was like an old
soldier returned from the wars, where he had received many hard
knocks, besides having had sundry portions of his anatomy shot away.
No name to fit this singular canine visitor could be found, although
he responded readily enough to the word _Pechicho,_ which is used to
call any unnamed pup by, like pussy for a cat. So it came to pass that
this word _pechicho_ - equivalent to "doggie" in English - stuck to him
for only name until the end of the chapter; and the end was that,
after spending some years with us, he mysteriously disappeared.
He very soon proved to us that he understood children as well as
sheep; at all events he would allow them to tease and pull him about
most unmercifully, and actually appeared to enjoy it. Our first
riding-lessons were taken on his back; but old Pechicho eventually
made one mistake, after which he was relieved from the labour of
carrying us. When I was about four years old, my two elder brothers,
in the character of riding-masters, set me on his back, and, in order
to test my capacity for sticking on under difficulties, they rushed
away, calling him. The old dog, infected with the pretended
excitement, bounded after them, and I was thrown and had my leg
broken, for, as the poet says -
Children, they are very little,
And their bones are very brittle.
Luckily their little brittle bones quickly solder, and it did not take
me long to recover from the effects of this mishap.
No doubt my canine steed was as much troubled as any one at the
accident. I seem to see the wise old fellow now, sitting in that
curious one-sided fashion he had acquired so as to rest his lame leg,
his mouth opened to a kind of immense smile, and his brown benevolent
eyes regarding us with just such an expression as one sees in a
faithful old negress nursing a flock of troublesome white children - so
proud and happy to be in charge of the little ones of a superior race!
All that I remember of my early life at this place comes between the
ages of three or four and five; a period which, to the eye of memory,
appears like a wide plain blurred over with a low-lying mist, with
here and there a group of trees, a house, a hill, or other large
object, standing out in the clear air with marvellous distinctness.
The picture that most often presents itself is of the cattle coming
home in the evening; the green quiet plain extending away from the
gate to the horizon; the western sky flushed with sunset hues, and the
herd of four or five hundred cattle trotting homewards with loud
lowings and bellowings, raising a great cloud of dust with their
hoofs, while behind gallop the herdsmen urging them on with wild
cries.
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