Madhusudan_Das

64 Madhusudan Das :
brass bowl imploring Mr. Das to dip his finger into the water that
his wife might be delivered from her dangerous labour, and the moment
he dipped his finger in, the child was safely born. Association with
such a man was like a return to those enviable Middle Ages, when
the laws of Nature were not so stiff and obstinate as to refuse
compliance with wishes of holiness.
Mr. Das accompanied me through the district of Orissa lately
devastated by floods which had brought down depths of sand which
covered the fields and killed all the rice crops, leaving the 300,000
population in a state of starvation and extreme misery.