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Chapter 566
"He wished to know," says Laing, "why he had been fired at, and was, with some difficulty, persuaded that it had been done out of honour to him. 'Why did you point your guns to the ground?' 'That you might see our intention was to show you respect.' 'But the pebbles flew in my face; why did you not point in the air?' 'Because we feared to burn the thatch on your houses.' 'Well, then, give me some rum.'" Needless to add that the interview became more cordial after the major had complied with this request! The portrait of the Timmannee monarch deserves a place in our volume for more than one reason. It is a case of ab uno disce omnes ." "Ba-Simera," to quote Laing again, "the principal chief or king of this part of the Timmannee country, is about ninety years of age, with a mottled, shriv
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