STOEE COOLES. 
found tlie head kangani had measured the coffee and 
they had commenced to sew up the bags ; the cart- 
men wished to see a bag measured, wldch was done, 
and found to be half-a“meas^ir^" short ; another bag wag 
picked out and found one measure sliort. The cart- 
men grinned and Mr. Brown was furious. The kan- 
gani looked fo dish. 
Empty all that coffee into a heap and measure it 
over again, ” shouts Mr. Brown. When it was done, 
it was found to be one bushel too much ! A nice 
pack of fellows yon are to measure coffee ; are nT you 
ashamed of yourselves ? Call yourselves s^ore-tuen, and 
can’t even measure coffee.” The storemen said nothing, 
but took some be 'el oui of their waist-cloths and put. 
it into their mouths, You ’re at that again,” cties Mr, 
Brown, “ have n’t I ordered yo^l not to eat betel in 
the store, spitting all over the floor and bags ? ’ and 
Mr, Brown, being now fairly roused, seized hold of 
the roller for cutting the bushel, and vigorously applied 
it on the shoulders and backs of the store coolies^ 
There was a general rush, and Mr, Brown, the head 
kangani, and the can men were left ab>ne. They under- 
took to measure the coffee, and Mr. Brown cut the bushel 
himself. After some tiose, first one head and tli' n an- 
other peeps into the store, then they slowly come in, 
and by the time the coffee is measured the store coolies 
are all standing in a group awaiting their fate. 
They fully expected to be m»rked absent and 
get no pay for the day ; but the exertions of cut ing 
the bushel had cooled the master down. He threw 
down the roller, and said quite calmly: “Sew up 
the bags.” The coolies knew the storm was over 5 th^ y 
brought out needles and twine, and were soon settled 
down all over the tops of the bags sewing away in 
silence. Not a word was spoken. They knew from 
past experience that a mere trifle would again raise 
the storm. How observant cocxlies are, and don’t they 
know the master, and all his wavs. They are whisper-^ 
ing one to the other ; “ Don’t speak,” 
CHAPTER VIII. 
Disagreeable Financial Experiences. 
It is well on in the afternoon, and Mr. Brown is 
standing behind the weeders on a hill face well up 
the clearing, and sees cantering up to the bungalow, 
followed by a horsekeeper, a gentleman dressed in 
jungle rig-oiit. He loses no time in descending the 
hill, for he surmises, and that correctly, that 
this is none other than “our Mr. C. ” The meeting 
of the two gentleman was extremely courteous and 
