“That’s my brave little bride!” said Harold. “I will make arrangements to prevent your being exposed to any unnecessary alarm or annoyance2. Kripá Dé shall meet you at the outer gate, pilot you across the court-yard, and usher3 you into the presence of the purdah-nishins” (women secluded4 in their zenanas).
“Is Kripá, who is almost if not quite grown up, allowed to enter the ladies’ apartments?”
“Oh yes,” was Harold’s reply: “lads brought up in zenanas are allowed the freedom of them, even when no longer mere5 boys. I have heard lady missionaries6 say that they find their best listeners amongst such youths, especially in those who have received some light from attending a mission school. Kripá Dé’s aunt is, I understand, the wife of the principal sircar of the fort; she is, in fact, the greatest lady in Talwandi. If the way were not made thus straight before you, I should hardly sanction your going at all, young as you are, and inexperienced. Now my great, I may say my sole, hope of reaching the women of Talwandi is through my Alicia.”
Mr. Hartley, when leading the family devotions, did not omit offering a special petition for the young wife thus about to commence mission work. He prayed earnestly that her mouth might be opened, and that the Lord might be her strength in weakness, and her stronghold in trouble. Especially did the venerable man pray that being emptied of all self-seeking and self-will, his daughter might be a chosen and sanctified vessel7, meet for the Master’s use. Alicia felt solemnized as well as strengthened by the prayer.
Both Harold and Robin8 accompanied the doli as far as the gate of the fort, and lingered near till at the summons of the rattled9 chain the door was opened by Kripá Dé. His fair, bright young face spoke10 welcome, and with native courtesy the Kashmiri youth relieved the lady of the weight of her bag. At Kripá’s sign the dogs ceased to bark, and the nervous buffaloes11 that were still in the court-yard showed stolid13 indifference14 to everything but their food. The cow was so quietly ruminating15 that Alicia was ashamed of having ever been afraid of so harmless a creature. Passing through the second doorway16, where the Hindu girls had stood, Alicia, with her guide, entered another but smaller yard, where were a good many noisy, curious children in scanty17 apparel. This being also passed, Alicia through a third doorway entered the building itself. As the fort was high, the visitor had an idea that she would have to mount a staircase; but entering suddenly almost complete darkness, Alicia was unable at first to see the least indication of steps. In this part of the country staircase-windows were luxuries quite unknown.
“Where is the stair? I can see nothing. Must I turn to the right or the left?” said the young lady, stretching out her hand to feel the brick wall.
“This way,” cried Kripá Dé in front; and Alicia could now dimly trace the steps before her. They were steep, narrow, and not in particularly good condition. Alicia had a vague consciousness of plenty of dust below and cobwebs above.
“How strange it is,” thought the lady, as she groped her upward way, “that people of high caste and easy means, living in a large, lofty house, should not care for comfort, cleanliness or light. What a marvellous difference Christianity makes even in what only belongs to this world!”
The train of dirty, eager children followed the lady up the stair. Alicia emerged into light, and entered what might be called a gallery, raised above three sides of the smaller yard, with a low parapet over which there was a clear view of all that passed below. Behind this gallery were wooden pillars, some of them prettily19 carved, but rather dark with age, and in by no means perfect repair. Behind these pillars were women’s apartments, and above them a flat roof. On this roof, and another higher still, women, mostly wearing chaddars (veils), and almost all wearing ornaments20, were peeping down at the strangers. The effect was picturesque21; for the bibis on the highest perch22 stood out in bold relief against the background of a clear sky. Alicia found herself the object of a good deal of curiosity amongst the female denizens23 of the fort. They had never seen an English visitor before.
A native lady, with gold-bordered chaddar, and bedizened with a good many jewels, courteously24 received the missionary25’s wife. Chand Kor was fairer than most of the bibis, but not so fair as her nephew young Kripá Dé. A charpai was dragged out for the lady’s accommodation, and in order to show her honour a white cloth was spread upon it. Alicia did not quite know how to dispose of herself on the bedstead, so she sat on it English fashion, with her feet resting on the earthen floor. But from various quarters the cry, “Sit nicely,” made her draw up her feet and assume the position which with Orientals is à la mode. There is etiquette26 in zenanas.
Alicia was assailed27 with a number of questions: a few she understood, a few she guessed at, a few were as utterly28 unintelligible29 as if uttered in the Hottentot tongue. The visitor was asked about her father and mother, the number of her brothers and sisters, how long she had been married, and what salary she received. In the meantime dirty hands were fingering her dress, and curious eyes examining the few ornaments which she wore. Alicia felt puzzled and confused. She looked around for her ally, Kripá Dé; but he was no longer present—he had gone away to his school.
To stop the babel of sounds and the stream of questions, Alicia began to sing one of the two bhajans which she had learned. The effect of this was magical: the hubbub30 was hushed, the most talkative of the Hindus was for a few minutes silenced.
Alicia then opened her picture-book to give more direct instruction. She had carefully, with her husband’s help, prepared her first lesson, which was on the lost sheep. Alicia had learned the parable31 by heart, and had brought with her three good coloured prints to illustrate32 it. As a preliminary Alicia said, “What is this?” pointing to the picture of a sheep.
“What is this?” repeated Alicia.
“Sher” (tiger), said the first woman who ventured on a reply.
“Hathi” (elephant), suggested another.
A third, equally discriminating34, guessed that the picture was that of a fish.[2]
“How will it be possible to get any spiritual ideas into the minds of those who cannot distinguish the commonest objects?” thought Alicia. She forgot that this was probably the first time that the women had looked on the picture of a sheep: their eyes were untrained as well as their minds.
At the exclamations35 uttered, a young girl, quite as fair as Kripá Dé, turned to have a distant view of the wonderful book round which the bibis were crowding. It was but distant, for the girl did not rise from her place on the floor, near what looked like a round hole. Into this hole the fair creature, and a darker and stronger-looking woman beside her, were pounding away with alternate blows of what appeared to be short wooden clubs. The natives in this manner separate rice from the husk. The laborious36 occupation had made the young girl’s chaddar fall back on her shoulders, revealing a pale but to Alicia singularly interesting face.
2. Such guesses were actually made when A. L. O. E. showed such a print.
“Is not such work too hard for one so young?” said Alicia; for the slight, delicately-formed frame of the girl strongly contrasted with the stout37 figure and strong thick arms of her companion in labour.
“Premi always beats rice,” said Chand Kor, as if that were sufficient reply; and in a sharp tone she bade Premi go on with her work. The pounding, which had been suspended for two minutes, perhaps to rest weary arms, perhaps to give the woman the opportunity of giving a glance at the pictures, was instantly resumed.
“I suppose that Premi is Kripá Dé’s sister—she is white also,” observed Alicia. The observation met with no denial, though it was evident, from the contrast between the girl’s coarse dress and the youth’s very elegant attire38, that they occupied very different stations in Chand Kor’s zenana.
“Why does Premi wear no jewels?” asked Alicia.
“She’s a widow,” said a rough-featured middle-aged40 woman, whose fat brown arms were encircled with at least half-a-dozen bracelets41.
“A widow—and so young!” exclaimed Alicia. She had often heard of child-marriages; but seeing is a very different thing from hearing. It shocked her to think of the fairest inmate42 of the zenana being doomed43 to life-long labour and degradation44. The dejected, hopeless expression in eyes which looked as if they might sparkle so brightly under their long dark lashes45, awoke in Alicia a sense of compassion46. “Is she a relation of yours?” asked Harold’s wife of the middle-aged woman.
“She is my father’s widow,” was the reply.
“You mean your son’s!” exclaimed Alicia.
This set the Hindu women laughing; Premi alone looked almost sternly grave. Several of the bibis assured the lady that what Darobti had said was true. Alicia could not doubt that Premi had been married to a man old enough to have been her grandfather, and his death at so ripe an age was visited on his poor young widow as a crime!
“Before the English annexed47 the Panjab,” reflected Alicia, “this helpless victim would probably have been burned alive on the old mans funeral pile. And now she is a drudge—a slave!” The sound of the heavy thuds of the club wielded48 by Premi’s slender hands was painful to the English lady. It was with an effort that Alicia opened her Urdu Bible and attempted to read.
Attempted; for Harold’s wife did not, on that first visit, succeed in gaining one attentive49 listener. She was interrupted ere she had finished two verses by an attendant, who, by Chand Kor’s orders, brought her a rupee, and something that looked rather like an ill-shaped cannon-ball made of coarse and very brown sugar.
Alicia had been told beforehand simply to touch the money, should any be offered. Had she put the coin into her pocket, sadly would she have disappointed the offerer of the silver. But the big ball was something different; it was intended to be retained, and Alicia had received no instructions regarding the presentation of gur. She was afraid of giving offence by rejecting the clumsy gift. Alicia wondered whether she were expected to eat the huge lump of brown sugar; but its size and shape made this an impossible feat39. All that the lady could do was to take the sticky mass into her hand (thereby sacrificing her glove), and to express her thanks as well as she could by smiles and saláms.
Alicia then having come quite to the end of her Urdu, and feeling that it would be impossible to read, rose from her charpai. Noisy expostulations made her only the more anxious to depart. Again followed by her juvenile50 escort, the young lady made her way down the dark stair, and was glad when she reached the place outside the fort where her doli was resting on the ground. She was rather encumbered51 by the gur, in addition to her large bag and umbrella.
“Oh! here is a poor famished52 wretch53, just the person to prize my brown cannon-ball,” said Alicia to herself, as her eyes fell on a disgusting-looking being just about to enter the court-yard—a thin, gaunt man, scantily54 clothed, his matted hair daubed like his face with ashes, which gave him a ghastly appearance. The man held aloft a pole from which hung a variety of rags, bones, and other unsightly pendants. Half averting55 her face, with a feeling of mingled56 repulsion and pity, Alicia held out the gur to the beggar. The man muttered she knew not what, but did not deign57 to touch what she offered.
On returning home, Alicia did not fail to give to the little missionary party a full account of her visit, ending by telling of the poor wretch disfigured with ashes and clothed in rags.
“Oh, how I wish that we had work-houses or alms-houses here, to which to send such miserable58 objects!” cried the kind-hearted girl.
“The jogi would not thank you for imprisoning59 him in the most comfortable alms-house that ever was built,” observed Harold. “The beggar likes his wandering life, and the honour—I may say worship—which he gains from the people, who regard him, as the poor wretch regards himself, almost as a god upon earth.”
“O Harold, you are jesting,” exclaimed Alicia.
“You have little idea, my daughter, of the length to which superstition60 can go,” observed Mr. Hartley.
“The dirty jogi would have thought himself defiled61 by taking food from your clean white fingers!” cried Robin. “You thought him a scarecrow; he sets up for a saint.”
“I could tell you an extraordinary story,” said Mr. Hartley, “and a true one, which I had from my good friend Andrew Gordon of the American Mission. It will show you in a striking manner how pretenders to sanctity impose on the ignorant natives of India.[3]
“In a large village called Jandran, not long ago, lived twenty-five families of Megs, a caste of weavers62. These poor people had begun to feel dissatisfied with their old religion, and to desire clearer light. Whilst in this inquiring state they were visited by a fagir [religious beggar], who resolved to offer himself to them as a guru, or religious teacher.
“‘Have you people ever found God?’ inquired Maston Singh (such was the fagir’s name).
3. For this story at fuller length, and many other curious anecdotes64, see the late Rev1. A. Gordon’s interesting work, “Our Indian Mission.”
“‘No, we have not found God,’ was the honest reply of the simple weavers.
““I am quite sure that you have not,’ said Maston Singh; ‘for God is not to be found in the religion of either Hindus or Mohammedans. But I can reveal him to you; and if I can bring him near to you, even causing your eyes to see him, will you receive and follow me as your guru?’
“‘Most certainly,’ replied Rama, a leader amongst the Megs. ‘It is this very thing that we are all earnestly seeking; this is the great desire of our hearts.’”
“I wish that a Christian18 missionary had gone to these honest inquirers, instead of a deceitful fagir,” said Alicia.
“The Megs were to hear the truth afterwards,” observed Mr. Hartley; “but not until they had found out that it was not to be learned from a lying fagir.”
“Pray go on with your story, dear father.”
“The poor Megs found that it was no trifling65 expense to have to support such a guru as Maston Singh. He required daily a pound of meal, two pounds of milk, besides spices, tobacco, and ghee [a kind of preserved butter]. Nay66, the greedy guru must fain have a servant besides. However difficult it might be to the poor peasants to supply his numerous wants, they resolved to make such efforts in order to be taught by him true religion.”
“How could the man teach others what he did not know himself?” observed Robin.
“For eighteen long months this guru went on eating and drinking at the weavers’ expense,” continued the narrator, “teaching them to despise both Mohammedanism and the religion of the Hindus.”
“No harm in that,” said Alicia.
“No harm, if Maston Singh had given the true in the place of the false religions,” rejoined her father; “but the wretched deceiver summed up his teaching at last with the blasphemous67 declaration, ‘Greater than man there is none; whatever there is, therefore, is now before your eyes!’”
“Oh, the wretch!” exclaimed Robin: “did he mean his own miserable self?”
“He did mean himself,” replied Mr. Hartley. “The atheist68, not content with the honour accorded to a guru, claimed to be regarded as a being divine.”
“Surely this opened the eyes of the Megs,” said Alicia.
“These poor weavers showed more intelligence than superstitious69 Hindus usually do,” observed Mr. Hartley. “They did not at once fall down at Maston Singh’s feet and worship him as a god. They said to the impostor, ‘You have indeed dug up Hinduism and Mohammedanism by the roots, but you have not given us one ray of light.’ The honest people thereupon consulted together, and after three days of warm discussion they thus gave Maston Singh their decision in regard to his blasphemous claim:—
“‘We ask you to satisfy us just on one point. You say that there is no being in the universe greater than yourself. Now, if you will give us some proof of your power to create and give life, we will be content to follow your teaching. We do not ask you to make a camel, or buffalo12, or an elephant, but only a little worm. You can make this of clay; but make one, be it ever so small, and give it life, so that it shall go, and we will believe.’”
“Well done, weaver63 philosophers!” laughed Robin. “Your proposition was a poser indeed. One would have liked to see the atheist’s face when he was asked to create a worm.”
“The poor weavers’ test was a good one,” remarked Harold,—“the Almighty70 having reserved the power of giving life to Himself.”
“I hope that the wretched Maston Singh was kicked out of the village by the Megs!” exclaimed Robin.
“No,” replied his father: “deceived and robbed as they had been, the weavers behaved as Christians71 might have done. Their spokesman thus rebuked72 the deceiver, who had betrayed their trust and fattened73 on their bounty74: ‘You have said there is no God; we can never receive this. There is a Creator who made the earth and the heavens.’ Then the weavers, without injuring him, sent the false guru away; and Maston Singh departed—I hope with sorrow and shame—from those whose simple faith he had vainly tried to destroy.”
“And did no Christian come to tell these dear people the true way to salvation75?” exclaimed Alicia.
“The messenger of Satan was followed by the messenger from God,” replied Mr. Hartley. “The gospel was preached with success to the weavers. They learned not only to revere76 the divine Creator, but to adore the blessed Redeemer, who from the fallen worm—man—could raise the renewed man, indued with life, and that life everlasting77.”
“Oh, it is a grand thing to be a missionary, a real missionary!” cried Alicia Hartley.
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adj.永恒的,持久的,无止境的 | |
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