For the Christian   riles   and the Aryan   smiles,
And he  weareth the Christian   down;
And the end of  that    fight   is  a   tombstone   white,
With    the name    of  the late    deceased,
And the epitaph clear,  A   fool    lies    here
Who tried   to  hustle  the East.Then    gradually,  very    gradually,  and by  how slow    degrees he  shudders    in  after
days     to  recall,     a   change  comes   o'er    the     spirit  of  his     nightmare.  Almost
unconsciously,  he  begins  to  perceive    that    he  is  sundered    from    the people  of  the
land    by  a   gulf    which   they    can never   hope    to  bridge  over.   If  he  is  ever    to  gain
their   confidence  the work    must    be  of  his own doing.  They    cannot  come    up  to  this
level,  he  must    go  down    to  the plains  in  which   they    dwell.  He  must    put off many
of  the things  of  the white   man,    must    forget  his airs    of  superiority,    and must    be
content  to  be  merely  a   native  Chief   among   natives.    His     pride   rebels,     his
prejudices   cry     out     and     will    not     be  silenced,   he  knows   that    he  will    be
misunderstood   by  his race-mates, should  they    see him among   the people  of  his
adoption,   but the aching  solitude    beats   down    one and all of  these   things; and,
like    that    eminently   sensible    man,    the Prophet Muhammad,   he  gets    him to  the
Mountain,   since   it  is  immovable   and will    not come    to  him.
Then    begins  a   new life.   He  must    start   by  learning    the language    of  his fellows,    as
perfectly   as  it  is  given   to  a   stranger    to  learn   it. That    is  but the first   step    in  a   long
and often   a   weary   march.  Next,   he  must    study,  with    the eagerness   of  Browning's
Grammarian, every   native  custom, every   native  conventionality,    every   one of  the
ten  thousand    ceremonial  observances     to  which   natives     attach  so  vast    an
importance.  He  must    grow    to  understand  each    one     of  the     hints   and    doubles
ententes,   of  which   Malays  make    such    frequent    use,    every   little  mannerism,  sign
and token,  and,    most    difficult   of  all,    every   motion  of  the hearts, and every   turn    of
thought,    of  those   whom    he  is  beginning   to  call    his own people. He  must    become
conscious   of  native  Public  Opinion,    which   is  often   diametrically   opposed to  the
opinion  of  his     race-mates  on  one     and     the     same    subject.    He  must    be  able    to
unerringly   predict     how     the     slightest   of  his     actions     will    be  regarded    by  the
natives,     and     he  must    shape   his     course  accordingly,    if  he  is  to  maintain    his
influence   with    them,   and to  win their   sympathy    and their   confidence. He  must    be
able    to  place   himself in  imagination in  all manner  of  unlikely    places, and thence
to  instinctively   feel    the native  Point   of  View.   That    is  really  the whole   secret  of
governing    natives.    A   quick   perception  of  their   Point   of  View,   under   all
conceivable circumstances,  a   rapid   process by  which   a   European    places  himself
