I had hot words ready on my tongue, but a risaldar prevented me.
"This is their trade, not ours," said he.

"Look to it lest any laugh at us when the time for our own trade comes!" I judged that well spoken, and remembered it.
There came at last a morning when the sun shone through jeweled mist--a morning with scent in it that set the horses in the hold to snorting--a dawn that smiled, as if the whole universe in truth were God's.

A dawn, sahib, such as a man remembers to judge other dawns by.

That day we came in sight of France.
Doubtless you suppose we cheered when we saw Marseilles at last.

Yet I swear to you we were silent.