The Story of Sonny Sahib by Sara Jeannette Duncan
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he laughed and crowed as if he quite understood the joke.
[1] 'Howdahs on horses, on elephants JEEN! He ran away quickly did Warren HasTEEN!' 'Jeen' means 'saddles,' but nobody could make that rhyme! Popular incident of an English retreat in Hastings' time. Tooni had no children of her own, and wondered how long it would be before she and Abdul must go again to Cawnpore to find the baby's father. There need be no hurry, Tooni thought, as Sonny Sahib played with the big silver hoops in her ears, and tried to kick himself over her shoulder. Abdul calculated the number of rupees that would be a suitable reward for taking care of a baby for six months, found it considerable, and said they ought to start at once. Then other news came--gathering terror from mouth to mouth as it crossed Rajputana--and Abdul told his wife one evening, after she had put Sonny Sahib to sleep with a hymn to Israfil, that a million of English soldiers had come upon Cawnpore, and in their hundredfold revenge had left neither Mussulman nor Hindoo alive in the city--also that the Great Lord Sahib had ordered the head of every kala admi, every black man, to be taken to build a bridge across the Ganges with, so that hereafter his people might leave Cawnpore by another way. Then Abdul also became of the opinion that there need be no haste in going. Sonny Sahib grew out of the arms and necks of his long embroidered night dresses and day dresses almost immediately, and then there |
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