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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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tables man named John Askins, a master ofof dachshund legs. arts of Dublin University and a civil From pegs in the wall hung several engineer by profession. Twenty years diaphanous garments, property of my before, an encroaching asthma had unknown roommates. I inquired for driven him forth to tropical lands and my bed, but the cook spoke no English though he was no vagabond by choice, and I sat down on the table to await he fell periodically, as now, into beach- a more communicative mortal. comber ranks. A long hour afterwards two white Brief as was my acquaintance with men stumbled up the stairs, the first Ceylon, I had already found two pos- carrying a candle above his head. He sible entrances into the wage-earning was lean and sallow, gray-haired and elass. The first was to join the police clean-shaven, with something in his force. Half the European officers of manner that spoke of better days gone Colombo had once been on the beach, by. and the first to whom I applied for in- 726
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RICKSHAW MEN OF COLOMBO WAITING FOR FARES A JOB FOR WHICH NO WHITE MAN NEED APPLY. formation painted the life in uniform inglowing colors. His salary was fifty rupees a month,no princely income, surely, for it takesthree rupees to make a dollar. Thegraft, too, he admitted sadly, wasnext to nothing; yet he supported a wife—a white one, at that, strange to sa)^—and three children, kept several servants,owned a house of his own, and swelledhis bank account at every pay day. Thecost of living in Ceylon is ludicrous. I hurried eagerly away to police head-quarters. The alacrity with which Iwas admitted to the inner sanctumawakened visions of myself in uniformthat were by no means dispelled by theeagerness with which the superintend-ent examined me. Yes, yes, he broke in, before I hadanswered his last.question, I think wecan take you on. By the way, whatpart of the country are you from?Yorkshire side, I take it? United States. A-oh! You dont mean it? Ameri- can? Really, you dont look it,

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