He was sandwiched between two great slabs of stone.
We lay off the cremation-ghat half an hour and saw nine corpses burned.
I should not wish to see any more of it, unless I might select the parties.

The mourners follow the bier through the town and down to the ghat; then the bier-bearers deliver the body to some low-caste natives -- Doms--and the mourners turn about and go back home.

I heard no crying and saw no tears, there was no ceremony of parting.

Apparently, these expressions of grief and affection are reserved for the privacy of the home.

The dead women came draped in red, the men in white.