CHAPTER LII.
Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.
-- Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.
In one of those Benares temples we saw a devotee working for salvation in a curious way.

He had a huge wad of clay beside him and was making it up into little wee gods no bigger than carpet tacks.

He stuck a grain of rice into each--to represent the lingam, I think.

He turned them out nimbly, for he had had long practice and had acquired great facility.
Every day he made 2,000 gods, then threw them into the holy Ganges.

This act of homage brought him the profound homage of the pious--also their coppers.