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He began in Urdu the tale of the Lord Buddha, but, borne byhis own thoughts, slid into Tibetan and long-droned texts from a Chinese book of the Buddha's life. The gentle, tolerant folk looked on reverently. All India is full of holy menstammering gospels in strange tongues; shaken and consumed in the firesof their own zeal; dreamers, babblers, and visionaries: as ithas been from the beginning and will continue to the end.

They met a troop of long-haired, strong-scented Sansis withbaskets of lizards and other unclean food on their backs, their leandogs sniffing at their heels. These people kept their own side ofthe road', moving at a quick, furtive jog-trot, and all othercastes gave them ample room; for the Sansi is deep pollution. Behindthem, walking wide and stiffly across the strong shadows, the memoryof his leg-irons still on him, strode one newly released fromthe jail; his full stomach and shiny skin to prove that theGovernment fed its prisoners better than most honest men could feed themselves. Kim knew that walk well, and made broad jest of itas they passed. Then an Akali, a wild-eyed, wild-haired Sikhdevotee in the blue-checked clothes of his faith, withpolished-steel quoits glistening on the cone of his tall blue turban,stalked past, returning from a visit to one of the independent SikhStates, where he had been singing the ancient glories of the Khalsato College-trained princelings in top-boots and white-cordbreeches. Kim was careful not to irritate that man; for the Akali's temperis short and his arm quick. Here and there they met or wereovertaken by the gaily dressed crowds of whole villages turning out tosome local fair; the women, with their babes on their hips,walking behind the men, the older boys prancing on sticks ofsugar-cane, dragging rude brass models of locomotives such as they sell fora halfpenny, or flashing the sun into the eyes of their bettersfrom cheap toy mirrors. One could see at a glance what each hadbought; and if there were any doubt it needed only to watch thewives comparing, brown arm against brown arm, the newly purchaseddull glass bracelets that come from the North-West. Thesemerry-makers stepped slowly, calling one to the other and stopping tohaggle with sweetmeat-sellers, or to make a prayer before one ofthe wayside shrines - sometimes Hindu, sometimes Mussalman - whichthe low-caste of both creeds share with beautiful impartiality. Asolid line of blue, rising and falling like the back of a caterpillarin haste, would swing up through the quivering dust and trot pastto a chorus of quick cackling. That was a gang of changars - thewomen who have taken all the embankments of all the Northernrailways under their charge - a flat-footed, big-bosomed,strong-limbed, blue-petticoated clan of earth-carriers, hurrying north on newsof a job, and wasting no time by the road. They belong to thecaste whose men do not count, and they walked with squared elbows, swinging hips, and heads on high, as suits women who carryheavy weights. A little later a marriage procession would strike intothe Grand Trunk with music and shoutings, and a smell of marigoldand jasmine stronger even than the reek of the dust. One could seethe bride's litter, a blur of red and tinsel, staggering throughthe haze, while the bridegroom's bewreathed pony turned aside tosnatch a mouthful from a passing fodder-cart. Then Kim would jointhe Kentish-fire of good wishes and bad jokes, wishing the couplea hundred sons and no daughters, as the saying is. Still more interesting and more to be shouted over it was when astrolling juggler with some half-trained monkeys, or a panting, feeblebear, or a woman who tied goats' horns to her feet, and with thesedanced on a slack-rope, set the horses to shying and the women toshrill, long-drawn quavers of amazement.

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'Thy mind is set on things unworthy. But she has skill. Iam refreshed all over. When we reach the lower hills I shall beyet stronger. The hakim spoke truly to me this morn when he saida breath from the snows blows away twenty years from the life ofa man. We will go up into the Hills - the high hills - up tothe sound of snow-waters and the sound of the trees - for alittle while. The hakim said that at any time we may return to thePlains, for we do no more than skirt the pleasant places. The hakim isfull of learning; but he is in no way proud. I spoke to him - whenthou wast talking to the Sahiba - of a certain dizziness that layshold upon the back of my neck in the night, and he said it rosefrom excessive heat - to be cured by cool air. Upon consideration,I marvelled that I had not thought of such a simple remedy.'

As usual, the lama had led Kim by cow-track and by-road, farfrom the main route along which Hurree Babu, that 'fearful man',had bucketed three days before through a storm to which nineEnglishmen out of ten would have given full right of way. Hurree was nogame- shot - the snick of a trigger made him change colour - but, ashe himself would have said, he was 'fairly effeecient stalker', andhe had raked the huge valley with a pair of cheap binoculars tosome purpose. Moreover, the white of worn canvas tents againstgreen carries far. Hurree Babu had seen all he wanted to see when hesat on the threshing-floor of Ziglaur, twenty miles away as theeagle flies, and forty by road - that is to say, two small dots whichone day were just below the snow-line, and the next had moveddownward perhaps six inches on the hillside. Once cleaned out and set tothe work, his fat bare legs could cover a surprising amount ofground, and this was the reason why, while Kim and the lama lay in aleaky hut at Ziglaur till the storm should be over-past, an oily, wet,but always smiling Bengali, talking the best of English with thevilest of phrases, was ingratiating himself with two sodden andrather rheumatic foreigners. He had arrived, revolving many wildschemes, on the heels of a thunderstorm which had split a pine overagainst their camp, and so convinced a dozen or two forciblyimpressed baggage-coolies the day was inauspicious for farther travelthat with one accord they had thrown down their loads and jibbed.They were subjects of a Hill Rajah who farmed out their services, asis the custom, for his private gain; and, to add to theirpersonal distresses, the strange Sahibs had already threatened themwith rifles. The most of them knew rifles and Sahibs of old: theywere trackers and shikarris of the Northern valleys, keen after bearand wild goat; but they had never been thus treated in their lives.So the forest took them to her bosom, and, for all oaths andclamour, refused to restore. There was no need to feign madness or - theBabu had thought of another means of securing a welcome. He wrung outhis wet clothes, slipped on his patent-leather shoes, opened theblue- and-white umbrella, and with mincing gait and a heartbeating against his tonsils appeared as 'agent for His Royal Highness,the Rajah of Rampur, gentlemen. What can I do for you, please?'

Kim might have saved his pity, for though at that moment theBengali suffered acutely in the flesh, his soul was puffed and lofty. Amile down the hill, on the edge of the pine-forest, two half-frozenmen - one powerfully sick at intervals - were varying mutual recriminations with the most poignant abuse of the Babu, whoseemed distraught with terror. They demanded a plan of action. He explained that they were very lucky to be alive; that theircoolies, if not then stalking them, had passed beyond recall; that theRajah, his master, was ninety miles away, and, so far from lendingthem money and a retinue for the Simla journey, would surely castthem into prison if he heard that they had hit a priest. He enlargedon this sin and its consequences till they bade him change thesubject. Their one hope, said he, was unostentatious flight from villageto village till they reached civilization; and, for the hundredthtime dissolved in tears, he demanded of the high stars why theSahibs 'had beaten holy man'.

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