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Show ParT I Kashmi N November 13, 1937, after five weeks of travel over the Atlantic and through the Mediterranean and Red and Arabian Seas, th small freight ship upon which I had taken passage made its way cautiousl towar the dock in Karachi, India. AsI stood on the deck, along with si Christian missionaries, all bound for Bombay we scanned the picturesquely dressed assemblage on the dock, in an effort to pick the individual who wa to be my guide throughout the length and breadth of India. A cable ha been sent from New York advising my Indian friend, Mr. Venkajee, as t the time of my arrival in Karachi, and requesting him to have the guid gentle e uting trousers, with his Aamis, or shirt, flowing nonchalantly on the outside might be my guide and companion. Her opinion was not shared, however by the reverend Mr. Gamble, a Church of Ghrist missionary, who had occupied "No. 2, a cramped, little room across the passage from me, all thos five long weeks. This ecclesiastical gentleman rather thought that a thin dapper Hindu dressed in a swagger yellow linen sult, apparently copic from an American musical comedy of the gay nineties, must surely be my future pilot and secretary. So far as we could see on the dock took the slightest notice of our little group of passengers, huddled together on the deck of the ship. As Mr. Gamble, long resident i ndia, explained, that would be bencath the digaity of the Indians-ver sion, had hee own ideas of my guide to be; with complete assurancesh Tocated in the crowd a rotund gentleman carrying a bright blue umbrella Digital image© 2005 Marriot Library Uni |
