Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- List of Abbreviations and Short Titles
- Introduction
- Something of Myself (1937)
- I A Very Young Person
- II The School before its Time
- III Seven Years' Hard
- IV The Interregnum
- V The Committee of Ways and Means
- VI South Africa
- VII The Very-Own House
- VIII Working-Tools
- “BAA BAA, BLACK SHEEP” (1888)
- “MY FIRST BOOK” (1892)
- “AN ENGLISH SCHOOL” (1893)
- RUDYARD KIPLING'S DIARY, 1885
- Glossary of Anglo-Indian Words and Phrases
- Notes
- Index
I - A Very Young Person
from Something of Myself (1937)
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- List of Abbreviations and Short Titles
- Introduction
- Something of Myself (1937)
- I A Very Young Person
- II The School before its Time
- III Seven Years' Hard
- IV The Interregnum
- V The Committee of Ways and Means
- VI South Africa
- VII The Very-Own House
- VIII Working-Tools
- “BAA BAA, BLACK SHEEP” (1888)
- “MY FIRST BOOK” (1892)
- “AN ENGLISH SCHOOL” (1893)
- RUDYARD KIPLING'S DIARY, 1885
- Glossary of Anglo-Indian Words and Phrases
- Notes
- Index
Summary
Give me the first six years of a child's life and you can have the rest.
Looking back from this my seventieth year, it seems to me that every card in my working life has been dealt me in such a manner that I had but to play it as it came. Therefore, ascribing all good fortune to Allah the Dispenser of Events, I begin:—
My first impression is of daybreak, light and colour and golden and purple fruits at the level of my shoulder. This would be the memory of early morning walks to the Bombay fruit market with my ayah and later with my sister in her perambulator, and of our returns with our purchases piled high on the bows of it. Our ayah was a Portuguese Roman Catholic who would pray—I beside her—at a wayside Cross. Meeta, my Hindu bearer, would sometimes go into little Hindu temples where, being below the age of caste, I held his hand and looked at the dimly-seen, friendly Gods.
Our evening walks were by the sea in the shadow of palm-groves which, I think, were called the Mahim Woods. When the wind blew the great nuts would tumble, and we fled—my ayah, and my sister in her perambulator—to the safety of the open. I have always felt the menacing darkness of tropical eventides, as I have loved the voices of night-winds through palm or banana leaves, and the song of the tree-frogs.
- Type
- Chapter
- Information
- Publisher: Cambridge University PressPrint publication year: 2013