ABSTRACT
In the gloomy but pleasant shade of a square house substantially built, with mud wall two feet thick and a lofty flat roof, evidently constructed originally for the use of some important native official or a relation of the Emir, sat the Resident pondering over his exceeding greatness. The natives had shown no fight, and though the reigning Emir had bolted on the approach of the invading column there had been no difficulty in selecting, a suitable prince of the blood, who should reign in his stead and be him ruled by the advice of a British Resident. The Resident began to think that possibly in his determination to make it clear that he was not to be trifled with, he had rather overdone it. The Resident’s brain was in a highly active condition; he ceased to ponder vaguely and recalled with a series of somewhat spasmodic brain waves the events of the immediate past.
