His friend Moung Thwa, dealer in teakwood, had just returned down-river from distant Bhamo, where he had spent many weeks in dignified, unhurried chaffering with Chinese merchants; the first place to which he had naturally turned his steps, bearing with him his betel-box and fat cigar, had been the raised platform of Moung Ka’s cane-built house under the tamarind trees. The youthful Moung Shoogalay, who had studied in the foreign schools at Mandalay and knew many English words, was also of the little group that sat listening to Moung Ka’s bulletin of the world’s health and ignoring the screeching of the crows.
There had been the usual preliminary talk of timber and the rice market and sundry local matters, and then the wider and remoter things of life came under review.
‘And what has been happening away from here?’ asked Moung Thwa of the newspaper reader.
‘Away from here’ comprised that considerable portion of the world’s surface which lay beyond the village boundaries.
‘Many things,’ said Moung Ka reflectively, ‘but principally two things of much interest and of an opposite nature. Both, however, concern the action of Governments.’
Moung Thwa nodded his head gravely, with the air of one who reverenced and distrusted all Governments.
‘The first thing, of which you may have heard on your journeyings,’ said Moung Ka, ‘is an act of the Indian Government, which has annulled the not-long-ago accomplished partition of Bengal.’
‘I heard something of this,’ said Moung Thwa, ‘from a Madrassi merchant on the boat journey. But I did not learn the reasons that made the Government take this step. Why was the partition annulled?’
‘Because,’ said Moung Ka, ‘it was held to be against the wishes of the greater number of the people of Bengal. Therefore the Government made an end of it.’
Moung Thwa was silent for a moment. ‘Is it a wise thing the Government has done?’ he asked presently.
‘It is a good thing to consider the wishes of a people,’ said Moung Ka. ‘The Bengalis may be a people who do not always wish what is best for them. Who can say? But at least their wishes have been taken into consideration, and that is a good thing.’
‘And the other matter of which you spoke?’ questioned Moung Thwa, ‘the matter of an opposite nature.’
‘The other matter,’ said Moung Ka, ‘is that the British Government has decided on the partition of Britain. Where there has been one Parliament and one Government there are to be two Parliaments and two Governments, and there will be two treasuries and two sets of taxes.’
Moung Thwa was greatly interested at this news.
‘And is the feeling of the people of Britain in favour of this partition?’ he asked. ‘Will they not dislike it, as the people of Bengal disliked the partition of their Province?’
‘The feeling of the people of Britain has not been consulted, and will not be consulted,’ said Moung Ka; ‘the Act of Partition will pass through one Chamber where the Government rules supreme, and the other Chamber can only delay it a little while, and then it will be made into the Law of the Land.’
‘But is it wise not to consult the feeling of the people?’ asked Moung Thwa.
‘Very wise,’ answered Moung Ka, ‘for if the people were consulted they would say “No”, as they have always said when such a decree was submitted to their opinion, and if the people said “No” there would be an end of the matter, but also an end of the Government. Therefore, it is wise for the Government to shut its ears to what the people may wish.’
‘But why must the people of Bengal be listened to and the people of Britain not listened to?’ asked Moung Thwa; ‘surely the partition of their country affects them just as closely. Are their opinions too silly to be of any weight?’
‘The people of Britain are what is called a Democracy,’ said Moung Ka.
‘A Democracy?’ questioned Moung Thwa. ‘What is that?’
‘A Democracy,’ broke in Moung Shoogalay eagerly, ‘is a community that governs itself according to its own wishes and interests by electing accredited representatives who enact its laws and supervise and control their administration. Its aim and object is government of the community in the interests of the community.’
‘Then,’ said Moung Thwa, turning to his neighbour, ‘if the people of Britain are a Democracy–’
‘I never said they were a Democracy,’ interrupted Moung Ka placidly.
‘Surely we both heard you!’ exclaimed Moung Thwa.
‘Not correctly,’ said Moung Ka; ‘I said they are what is called a Democracy.’
About the Author
Saki is the pen name of H. H. Munro, born in 1870 in Burma and educated in England. He began his writing career as a journalist and foreign correspondent but later turned to writing fiction◦– predominantly short stories for which he is best-remembered◦– as well as one history book. He was forty-three when the First World War started. Although he was beyond the age of conscription, and although he was offered an officer’s commission, Saki joined the army as an ordinary trooper. He was killed in 1916 in France by a German sniper.
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