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'No doubt it was,' said Sarimant; 'how could it otherwise happen? Do
not all events depend upon His will? Had it not been His will to save
me, how could poor Tulsi the Kurmin have carried me upon her
shoulders through such a scene as this, when every other member of
our family perished?'
'No doubt', said Ram Chand, 'all these things are brought about by
the will of God, and it is not for us to ask why.'[7]
I have heard this event described by many other people, and I believe
the account of the old pundit to be a very fair one.
One day, in October 1833, the horse of the district surgeon, Doctor
Spry, as he was mounting him, reared, fell back with his head upon a
stone, and died upon the spot. The doctor was not much hurt, and the
little Sarimant called a few days after, and offered his
congratulations upon his narrow escape. The cause of so quiet a horse
rearing at this time, when he had never been known to do so before,
was discussed; and he said that there could be no doubt that the
horse, or the doctor himself, must have seen some unlucky face before
he mounted that morning--that he had been in many places in his life,
but in none where a man was liable to see so many ugly or unfortunate
faces; and, for his part, he never left his house till an hour after
sunrise, lest he should encounter them.
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