A GOOD SON, 
feet. Scarcely any improvement was yet effected, but 
what in some future age has been further improved 
upon. And I perfectly recollect, when the circular 
sieve was applied to the rattle-trap pulper, in place 
of the up and down shaking one, many declared no 
further changes could be effected in pulping ma-. 
chinery ! 
I think I hear some exclaim : ^‘A nice fellow is 
this, to liken an old planter to an old rattle-trap 
pulper. Why, he ’s just an old pulper himself, and 
that by his own showing!” Just so. Just an old 
pulper, laid aside in a corner of one of the world’s 
stores, concealed from the view, or rather hidden by 
the dark dusty reek of Auld Reekie.” But should 
occasion, necessity, or temporary expedience, require,, 
the old pulper is quite ready and fit again to take his 
stand on the pulping platform. The dentist, at Bogam- 
bra Mills, v/ill soon sharpen his teeth or put in new 
ones ! A good scrub down will take off all the rust, and 
a coat of paint will make it look like new. Never mind 
the sharpening of the teeth, or the new coat of 
paint if the structure is sound and free from rot. 
The work that the old pulper had done befoi’e can be 
done again, perhaps only, and naturally, a little 
groaning and creaking at first, but that will wear off. 
This discourse on old planters and pulpers has led; 
us away from Mr. Stediman. 
If the brief sketch of his opening career was 
purely a fiction, it would be easy to end it as such, 
by stating he saved money, bought an estate, re- 
tired to the old country, and lived happily all his 
days or was alive still. But this is no fictitious 
sketch : it is a story of life. Mr. Stediman lost 
his health during a trip to the coast for coolies. We all 
know, health once lost in Ceylon is difficult, frequently 
impossible, to regain. 
So, he began to droop in that quiet, insensible way 
which settles down on one so gradually, that he 
himself is not aw^are of it, until it has gone too 
far on to admit of a cure. While in this weak state, 
he was seized with a sharp attack of dysentery, was 
sent down to Colombo for medical advice and the 
benefit of the sea air, where he died and was buried. 
In arranging his aftairs after his death, his friends, 
were surprised to find, albhough he had been called 
a “ screw,” stingy, and money-loving, he had saved 
nothing, left nothing. Where could it all have gone to ? 
This wms discovered from his papers. He had 
periodically remitted to his aged parents, and other 
relatives, in the old country, wffio were in poor cir- 
cumstances, all his savings. We now knew why he. 
