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At the time of which I speak we were friends and allies of the Swami, and we learned with deep interest that the Hardwar "mela," which he was to visit, takes place every twelve years, and is a kind of religious fair, which attracts representatives from all the numerous sects of India.
"Ha, ha! I wonder what the Swami thinks of his earnest effort to expound the Karmic law." It was beyond me. With the Swami's concoction still shooting thoughts like sky rockets through my brain I gave it up and allowed Kennedy to engineer our next excursion into the occult. One more seer remained to be visited.
My eye followed the direction of Mrs. Rogers's. She was talking to us, but really her attention was centered on Mrs. Anthony and the swami together. As I glanced back at her I caught sight of Singh, evidently engaged in watching the same two that I was. Did he have some suspicion of Mrs. Anthony? Why was he watching Mrs. Rogers? I determined to study the two women more closely.
Learned dissertations are read by the disputants in defence of their peculiar doctrines, and the debates are held in public. This year the Hardwar gathering was exceptionally numerous. The Sannyasis the mendicant monks of India alone numbered 35,000 and the cholera, foreseen by the Swami, actually broke out.
The girl perceived the hesitancy and spoke rapidly in a low voice to the priest. "Captain Sahib," the Swami began, "I see that thy heart is inclined to the woman, and it is to be admired, for she is, as thou thinkest, like a flower of the forest.
Swami Sebananda, now in charge of the Puri hermitage, looked at her sadly. "That's impossible!" She smiled a little. "Perhaps you are just trying to protect the guru from insistent visitors?" "No." Sebananda recounted details of the burial. "Come," he said, "I will take you to the front garden to Sri Yukteswarji's grave." Ma shook her head. "There is no grave for him!
How natural that the Swami should single you out for notice and so announce your home-coming to the world!" "Is this the world?" "Our little world," Mrs. Appleton laughed; and as she spoke she peered curiously at Norris with the air of a naturalist who needs as many specimens of young men as possible for her collection.
The Hindu Swami will visit the West and discourse sweetly, in persuasive English, upon Hindu philosophy. But he will not practise his religious rites or reveal his idolatrous habits and his bondage of caste to those western people who admire him. These things would at once create a revulsion of feeling against him and his philosophy.
Go with some sort of squaring of your own accounts. Try to think." He shrugged a shoulder. "My Swami said we do not die we only change worlds or forms. What! I, Gordon Orme, to be blotted out to lose my mind and soul and body and senses not to be able to enjoy. No, Cowles, somewhere there are other worlds, with women in them. I do not die I transfer." But sweat stood on his forehead.
But here the illustrious Sanskritist is very much mistaken. Swami Dayanand and other pandits, who sometimes are far from being Dayanand's allies, maintain that Professor Max Muller has completely misunderstood the meaning of the term hiranya. Originally it did not mean, and, when united to the word garbha, even now does not mean, gold.
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