Let a man, an arrow, and an answer each go straight. Each is his own witness. God is judge.--EASTERN PROVERB. A Sikh who must have stood about six feet without his turban--and only imagination knows how stately he was with it--loomed out of the violet mist of an Indian morning and scrutinized me with calm brown eyes. His khaki uniform, like two of the medal ribbons on his breast, was new, but nothing else about him suggested rawness. Attitude, grayness, dignity, the unstudied strength of his politeness, all sang aloud of battles won. Battles with himself they may have been--but they were won.…
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