AN OLD BUNGALOW. 
would call for the personal inspection and report of the 
Government Agent for the district. To the headmen 
there was some risk of unpleasant results to themselves^ 
in this proceeding. For if the Agent found there was 
no just reason why the land should not be sold, the 
headmen would probably come in for a “ wigging,*’ a 
^severe reprimand for having needlessly caused all this 
trouble and expense in calling for a personal iuspection 
from the Agent. Again, if the applicant was in favour 
with the headman, even although the application was 
needful for the use of adjacent villagers, there would be 
no difficulty in the matter. The Batemahatmaya had 
merely to give his consent and recommend the sale. If 
this was known he would be a bold native man who would 
step in and make any obstacle ! They have too much 
respect for the powers that be to oppose them or it 
might be, — who knows? — the unpleaeaiit results, that 
in many quiet ways might, and no doubt would, ensue 
from any such opposition. For amongst the inlying 
native villagers, it would not be said — Bight was 
might. The saying was quite reversed : it was — Might 
is right, or rather shall be. 
CHAPTEB XXI. 
An Old Bungalow under Examination and Made 
TO Tell its own Story. 
Having in No. XVIII. of these writings given a 
promise, on some future occasion, to submit to your 
readers the dying confessions, or revelations, of an old 
bungalow, we will now proceed to fulfil the same, and 
keep clear of any further promises, as promises un- 
performed are apt to hang on the memory, and clog 
the pen while writing on other matters. 
How can an old bungalow speak*? There are various 
modes of speaking apart altogether from the actual 
power of speech, as generally understood. Speech may 
be disguised, and often is, so as to conceal the 
thoughts, and a sharp glance at the speaker will often 
at once determine the hearer that the truth is not 
spoken, and sometimes even that glance will convey a 
very correct idea of what is to be spoken, so that the 
truth of what is forthcoming is quite well known, before 
it is spoken. We would just appeal to the editor of 
the Observer. He must have had some feeling remini- 
scences on this subject. A ‘‘ subscription ” has been 
long overdue ; gentle reminders have been frequently 
tendered, until, at last, one more urgent than any of 
the others brings the defaulter into the “sanctum,” 
and the dread “presence.’’ The editor looks up, and 
