"_Jeldie jou, jeldie_!"
_Putterum_.
Carry him softly!
_Putterum_.
Swiftly and smoothly!
_Putterum_.
He is a Rajah!
_Putterum_.
Rich little Rajah!
_Putterum_.
Fierce little Rajah!
_Putterum_.
See how his eyes flash!
_Putterum_.
Hear how his voice roars!
_Putterum_.
He is a Tippoo!
_Putterum_.
Capitan Tippoo!
_Putterum_.
Tremble before him!
_Putterum_.
Serve him and please him!
_Putterum_.
Please him and serve him!
_Putterum_.
He will reward us!
_Putterum_.
He will protect us!
_Putterum_.
He will enrich us!
_Putterum_.
Charity Lord Sa'b!
_Putterum._
Out of the way there!
_Putterum_.
Way for the great ...
_Putterum_.
Rajah of ten crores!
_Putter_....
.... Ten crores!..
_Putter_....
Rajah.... ....
_Put...._
.... Lard.... ..
_Putter...._
.... ... Sa'b!
_.... rum_.
And so they have turned down Flag Street.
But what now? Here is something more imposing,--a chariot-and-four,--
four spanking Arabs in gold-mounted trappings,--a fat and elaborate
coachman, very solemn,--two tall _hurkarus_, or avant-couriers,
supporting the box, one on either side, with studied symmetry, like
Siva and Vishnu upholding the throne of Brahma,--four _syces_ running
at the horses' heads, each with his _chowree_, or fly-flapper, made
from the tail of the Thibet cow,--a fifth before, to clear the way,--
a basket of _Simpkin_, which is as though one should say Champagne,
behind, and our own _banyan_, our man of contracts and ready lakhs,
that shrewd broker and substantial banker, the Baboo Kalidas Ramaya
Mullick, on the back seat.
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