and it could touch you.  You would imagine it to be anything but what it was.  There is reverence there, and tenderness, and gratefulness, and compassion, and resignation, and fortitude, and self-respect—­and no sense of disgrace, no thought of dishonor.  Everything is there that goes to make a noble parting, and give it a moving grace and beauty and dignity.  And yet one of these people is a Thug and the other a mother of Thugs!  The incongruities of our human nature seem to reach their limit here.

I wish to make note of one curious thing while I think of it.  One of the very commonest remarks to be found in this bewildering array of Thug confessions is this: 

“Strangled him and threw him an a well!” In one case they threw sixteen into a well—­and they had thrown others in the same well before.  It makes a body thirsty to read about it.

And there is another very curious thing.  The bands of Thugs had private graveyards.  They did not like to kill and bury at random, here and there and everywhere.  They preferred to wait, and toll the victims along, and get to one of their regular burying-places (’bheels’) if they could.  In the little kingdom of Oude, which was about half as big as Ireland and about as big as the State of Maine, they had two hundred and seventy-four ‘bheels’.  They were scattered along fourteen hundred miles of road, at an average of only five miles apart, and the British government traced out and located each and every one of them and set them down on the map.

The Oude bands seldom went out of their own country, but they did a thriving business within its borders.  So did outside bands who came in and helped.  Some of the Thug leaders of Oude were noted for their successful careers.  Each of four of them confessed to above 300 murders; another to nearly 400; our friend Ramzam to 604—­he is the one who got leave of absence to attend a wedding and went thugging instead; and he is also the one who betrayed Buhram to the British.

But the biggest records of all were the murder-lists of Futty Khan and Buhram.  Futty Khan’s number is smaller than Ramzam’s, but he is placed at the head because his average is the best in Oude-Thug history per year of service.  His slaughter was 508 men in twenty years, and he was still a young man when the British stopped his industry.  Buhram’s list was 931 murders, but it took him forty years.  His average was one man and nearly all of another man per month for forty years, but Futty Khan’s average was two men and a little of another man per month during his twenty years of usefulness.

There is one very striking thing which I wish to call attention to.  You have surmised from the listed callings followed by the victims of the Thugs that nobody could travel the Indian roads unprotected and live to get through; that the Thugs respected no quality, no vocation, no religion, nobody; that they killed every unarmed man that came in their way.  That is wholly true—­with one reservation.  In all the long file of Thug confessions an English traveler is mentioned but once—­and this is what the Thug says of the circumstance: