FURTHER EXPERIENCES OP MR, STALE; 
master, for it was he, ^*send that coolie here to take 
in the horse, and clean him well down, the horse- 
keeper is far behind. SuruhaJ^ ‘^Always suruha,^^ 
growls the coolie, ^‘I ’m better used to- it now than 
my own name, but for all that they will neTer make 
me become SuruhaJ^ Jnst as the horse is well 'rub- 
bed down, and after placing the bundles of grass 
under his nose, the coolie has washed bis hands, 
blown up the fire and resumed his culinary operations, 
the horse-keeper arrives in a breathless state, examines 
some bags in a corner room, proceeds and reports to 
master, No paddy, no gram got. The master flares 
up, calls the boy who of course sajs it is all the 
kitchen coolie’s fault, and the result is, that the coolie is 
sent off immediately, away to the bazar, some miles 
off, to bring up food for the horse, in the shape 
of paddy and gram, as fast as his legs can carry him : 
suruka again. When he comes back, of course his 
master’s dinner must be attended to, and his own set 
aside, in a half-cooked condition. Ater that, there are 
the dishes to wash up, and, what with one thing and 
, another, he does not feel easy in his mind, until the 
•light in master’s bedroom is out. When mas'er is 
dressing next morning a button on the wristband 
of his shirt is found to be off, and the one on the 
other band reduced to a piece^ hanging on by a thread. 
The boy is called, and ordered to bring forth another, 
which, after being put on, is found to be wanting 
in the collar buiton* This is also pitched aside, and 
another brought out of the drawers, which is dis- 
covered, of course after it is on, to have no buttons 
in front. The boy, on making further search in 
in the wardrobe, is able to find nothing but a lot 
of useless old rags. Master is furious at this deten- 
tion, which is sure always to happen, just when he. 
is in a very particular hurry to go out. Send clown 
to that washerman quick,” says he, and bring' up a 
clean shirt. Where is that kitchen coolie?” “Where is 
the coolie ? ” echoes the boy ; but there is no reply, 
A rush is made round the premises, until at last he is 
discovered at the spout^ washing up a number of 
dishes. “Come along, quick, suruka^^^ screams out 
tl: e boy, but no sooner is . the word suruka out 
of his mouth, than the coolie as a matter of course 
starts up, knowing well, that he, he, only, 
is wanted. Off he starts at full speed to the washer- 
man’s house, who of course is not yet risen from hi-s. 
slumbers. Afler any amount of ‘row’ he explains the 
state of matters at the bungalow, and in return re- 
ceives the explanation, that “no clean shirt got.” 
The cooly knows, if he brings back this information, 
all the blame wdll be laid upon him^ so he says, a 
