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'After a blow, said a Spiti man sententiously, 'it is best to sleep. 'There is, as it were, a dizziness at the back of my neck, and a pinching in it. Let me lay my head on thy lap, chela. I am an old man, but not free from passion ... We must think of the Cause of Things. 'Give him a blanket. We dare not light a fire lest the Sahibs see. 'Better get away to Shamlegh.

From time to time the lama stretched out his hand, and with a little low-voiced prompting would point out the road to Spiti and north across the Parungla. Turning west a little, he steered for the green hills of Kulu, and sought Kailung under the glaciers. 'For thither came I in the old, old days. From Leh I came, over the Baralachi.

The Russian, on his side, saw no more than an unclean old man haggling over a dirty piece of paper. He drew out a handful of rupees, and snatched half-jestingly at the chart, which tore in the lama's grip. A low murmur of horror went up from the coolies some of whom were Spiti men and, by their lights, good Buddhists.

And while they talked, the voices of the snow-waters round them diminished one by one as the night-frost choked and clogged the runnels. 'How he stood up against us! said a Spiti man admiring. 'I remember an old ibex, out Ladakh-way, that Dupont Sahib missed on a shoulder-shot, seven seasons back, standing up just like him. Dupont Sahib was a good shikarri.

Is it any lust of thine to be re-born as a rat, or a snake under the eaves a worm in the belly of the most mean beast? Is it thy wish to The man from Ao-chung fell to his knees, for the voice boomed like a Tibetan devil-gong. 'Ai! ai! cried the Spiti men. 'Do not curse us do not curse him. It was but his zeal, Holy One! ... Put down the rifle, fool! 'Anger on anger! Evil on evil!

These wrought in my blood, woke tumult in my stomach, and dazzled my ears. Here he drank scalding black-tea ceremonially, taking the hot cup from Kim's hand. 'Had I been passionless, the evil blow would have done only bodily evil a scar, or a bruise which is illusion. But my mind was not abstracted, for rushed in straightway a lust to let the Spiti men kill.

Glancing back in the twilight at the huge ridges behind him and the faint, thin line of the road whereby they had come, he would lay out, with a hillman's generous breadth of vision, fresh marches for the morrow; or, halting in the neck of some uplifted pass that gave on Spiti and Kulu, would stretch out his hands yearningly towards the high snows of the horizon.