Among them one beauty was rubbing her head with mud, another beating a child, a third speaking with a neighbour in abuse of some nameless person, a fourth beating clothes on a plank.

Further on, ladies from respectable villages adorned the _ghats_ (landing-steps) with their appearance--the elders conversing, the middle-aged worshipping _Siva_, the younger covering their faces and plunging into the water; the boys and girls screaming, playing with mud, stealing the flowers offered in worship, swimming, throwing water over every one, sometimes stepping up to a lady, snatching away the image of _Siva_ from her, and running off with it.

The Brahmans, good tranquil men, recited the praises of _Ganga_ (the sacred river Ganges) and performed their worship, sometimes, as they wiped their streaming hair, casting glances at the younger women.
In the sky, the white clouds float in the heated air.

Below them fly the birds, like black dots.

In the cocoanut trees, kites, like ministers of state, look around to see on what they can pounce; the cranes, being only small fry, stand raking in the mud; the _dahuk_ (coloured herons), merry creatures, dive in the water; other birds of a lighter kind merely fly about.