CHAPTER XLVII

Departure from Horncastle--Recruiting Sergeant--Kauloes and Lolloes.

Leaving Horncastle I bent my steps in the direction of the east. I

walked at a brisk rate, and late in the evening reached a large town,

situate at the entrance of an extensive firth, or arm of the sea, which

prevented my farther progress eastward. Sleeping that night in the

suburbs of the town, I departed early next morning in the direction of

the south. A walk of about twenty miles brought me to another large

town, situated on a river, where I again turned towards the east. At the

end of the town I was accosted by a fiery-faced individual, somewhat

under the middle size, dressed as a recruiting sergeant.

"Young man," said the recruiting sergeant, "you are just the kind of

person to serve the Honourable East India Company."

"I had rather the Honourable Company should serve me," said I.

"Of course, young man. Well, the Honourable East India Company shall

serve you--that's reasonable. Here, take this shilling; 'tis service-

money. The Honourable Company engages to serve you, and you the

Honourable Company; both parties shall be thus served; that's just and

reasonable."

"And what must I do for the Company?"

"Only go to India; that's all."

"And what should I do in India?"

"Fight, my brave boy! fight, my youthful hero!"

"What kind of country is India?"

"The finest country in the world! Rivers, bigger than the Ouse. Hills,

higher than anything near Spalding! Trees--you never saw such trees!

Fruits--you never saw such fruits!"

"And the people--what kind of folk are they?"

"Pah! Kauloes--blacks--a set of rascals not worth regarding."

"Kauloes!" said I; "blacks!"

"Yes," said the recruiting sergeant; "and they call us lolloes, which, in

their beastly gibberish, means red."

"Lolloes!" said I; "reds!"

"Yes," said the recruiting sergeant, "kauloes and lolloes; and all the

lolloes have to do is to kick and cut down the kauloes, and take from

them their rupees, which mean silver money. Why do you stare so?"

"Why," said I, "this is the very language of Mr. Petulengro."

"Mr. Pet--?"

"Yes," said I, "and Tawno Chikno."

"Tawno Chik--? I say, young fellow, I don't like your way of speaking;

no, nor your way of looking. You are mad, sir; you are mad; and what's

this? Why, your hair is grey! You won't do for the Honourable

Company--they like red. I'm glad I didn't give you the shilling. Good

day to you."

"I shouldn't wonder," said I, as I proceeded rapidly along a broad

causeway, in the direction of the east, "if Mr. Petulengro and Tawno

Chikno came originally from India. I think I'll go there."

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