A good fisherman supplies us with bread and with herbs, we have clean, dry straw for our couches; what could man wish for more ?" "But you must feel the cold at night, coming straight from the tropics," remarked the captain.

"Perhaps our bodies are cold sometimes.

We have not noticed it.

We have all three spent many years in the Upper Himalayas on the border of the region of eternal snow, so we are not very sensitive to inconveniences of the sort." "At least," said I, "you must allow me to send you over some fish and some meat from our larder." "We are not Christians," he answered, "but Buddhists of the higher school.

We do not recognise that man has a moral right to slay an ox or a fish for the gross use of his body.