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"My altars are few beside those of Ganesh or Bhairon, but the fire-carriages bring me new worshippers from beyond the Black Water the men who believe that their God is toil. I run before them beckoning, and they follow Hanuman." "Give them the toil that they desire, then," said the River. "Make a bar across my flood and throw the water back upon the bridge. Once thou wast strong in Lanka, Hanuman.
The steps are divided into about ten flights, and are said to have been built at different times by devotees of God Ganesh in gratitude for his having granted their prayers. What prompted the first worshipper to prove his gratitude in this form none can say: he might have so easily satisfied his conscience with a presentation to the God or by the erection of a small shrine in the plains.
In the end, Ganesh, we are left with naked altars." The drunken Man staggered to his feet, and hiccupped vehemently. "Kali lies. My sister lies. Also this my stick is the Kotwal of Kashi, and he keeps tally of my pilgrims. When the time comes to worship Bhairon-and it is always time the fire-carriages move one by one, and each bears a thousand pilgrims.
They think of the fire-carriage and the other things that the bridge-builders have done, and when your priests thrust forward hands asking alms, they give a little unwillingly. That is the beginning, among one or two, or five or ten for I, moving among my people, know what is in their hearts." "And the end, Jester of the Gods? What shall the end be?" said Ganesh.
His only hope lay in the scoundrel's arrest; so he laid an information at the police station, and a clever detective was told off to investigate the charge. Strange was the story which came to light. No such firm as "Campbell & Co." existed; Ganesh Babu and Salim Sardár were both accomplices of Jogesh, who had rented an office on the Strand for one month at Rs. 300 which was never paid.
The discarded Hindu gods still haunt the forest depths, and the superstitious native, as he threads the dark recesses of the solemn woods, gazes with apprehensive eyes on the trident of Siva, or the elephant's trunk of Ganesh emerging from the trailing wreaths and matted tapestry of liana and creeper, veiling the blackened stone of each decaying shrine.
But my friend did not dare to take it off for fear of detection; and Kailas Balm and his old servant Ganesh were sublimely unconscious of the breach of etiquette. After a ten minutes' interview, which consisted chiefly of nodding the head, my friend rose to his feet to depart.
"And to cover that weariness they, my people, will bring to thee, Shiv, and to thee, Ganesh, at first greater offerings and a louder noise of worship. But the word has gone abroad, and, after, they will pay fewer dues to your fat Brahmins. Next they will forget your altars, but so slowly that no man can say how his forgetfulness began." I knew I knew!
"Shiv hears the talk of the schools and the dreams of the holy men; Ganesh thinks only of his fat traders; but I I live with these my people, asking for no gifts, and so receiving them hourly." "And very tender art thou of thy people," said the Tigress. "They are my own.
That is the end, Ganesh, for thee, and for Bhairon Bhairon of the Common People." "It is very far away," grunted Bhairon. "Also, it is a lie." "Many women have kissed Krishna. They told him this to cheer their own hearts when the grey hairs came, and he has told us the tale," said the Bull, below his breath. "Their Gods came, and we changed them. I took the Woman and made her twelve-armed.
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