fUSTHEK EXPERIENCES OP MR, STALE, 
cofifee, the boy would start off his plank bed, 
seize bold of the coffee and toast, which the coolie 
had been getting ready, during the past hour, 
and smartly bring it into the bungalow, evidently 
with the intention of leading master to suppose, 
that he had done it all, and was a most active and 
energetic servant, notwithstanding which, however, 
if there was any fault in the preparation of the coffee, 
or rice cake, it was always the cooly who happened 
to be the culprit ! After master had finished his 
coffee and gone out to work, the boy would settle 
himself comfortably in the kitchen, in order to have 
his coffee at his ease, and, if master was in such a 
hurry to go off to work as to drink his coffee in a 
tepid state, why he need not do that, for he was 
in no hurry, so he would make himself very com- 
fortable, and sent the kitchen cooly to sweep out 
the bungalow. Then master himself, when called upon 
to write to any of his neighbours, who might be, 
very frequently were, miles off, would suddenly call 
the kitchen cooly to start, instanter, Surukcii not a 
moment to lose. The cooly was eating rice ; it always 
happens that when a kitchen cooly is urgently wanted, 
if he has not gone to cut firewood, depend upon it 
he is eating rice ! After several and repeated calls, 
the cooly makes his appearance with his gullet and 
mouth so full of rice, which, in making frantic ex- 
ertions to swallow and appear calm and composed, 
only tends to render his appearance as being very 
much discomposed, his hands were quite wet, and 
here and there were sticking upon them grains of 
boiled rice, boiled rice, very fine boiled rice, which, 
alas ! must now be left in a dark corner of the 
kitchen until a more convenient season. But master, 
being quite used to this sort of thing, would just 
hold out a letter, mention the name of the estate, 
and say, suruka. But the Qooly had sense enough 
not to take the letter into his hands dripping wet 
and sticky with rice kanji ; his dirty hands are 
carefully wiped dry upon his much dirtier cloth, 
he seizes hold of the letter, which is flourished about 
in his hand, as he madly dashes off at full speed, 
down the approach to the bungalow. Arrived at his 
destination, master was not in the bungalow, he 
was a far way off at the working place, and so, 
to this place the cooly had to proceed with his 
missive ; but his troubles are not yet over, master 
reads the letter and tells him he has no pencil in 
his pocket, so he must go back to the bungalow and 
wait there till he comes and writes out an answer, 
and it is some hours before he does come, during 
whiph period the cooly is sitting on his legs 
