A Sikh with the eyes of a hawk hurls himself through the crowd and with rough words and even rougher blows, fonds them flying rightful place, scattering bales and bundles. "A piteous sight, thie human mass, with harassed expressions "on their' anxious faces. accepting cruelty as the natural order of things.
The ud class queue is more orerly and is trented with a little more aspect. Here are merchants. their thoughts centred on business problems; smugglers of rice and grain, their wares hidden under the guise neat week-end suitenses: Japanese soldiers and busines heir wives in gay kimonos anc losing none of their innate daintiness despite the hhoat and bustle all round. and smattering of holiday-bound tor= eigners, Ten minutes before the train due to Teave the yates on to the platform open and this seething mass of humanity is pressed forward by uncontrollable force. Once on the platform guards with Axed bayonets bar the way and a gigantic game of Grandmother's Steps begins. A rush of three or four steps forward until with angry oaths the guards stop any further progress; ard so on til ut last the way is cleared and there is ne mad stampede to the train it-elf and a scramble for seats.
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