My pilgrimage is well begun.

And what work! What work!' 'Yonder is the Sahib.' said Kim, and dodged sideways among the cases of the arts and manufacturers wing.

A white-bearded Englishman was looking at the lama, who gravely turned and saluted him and after some fumbling drew forth a note-book and a scrap of paper.
'Yes, that is my name,' smiling at the clumsy, childish print.
'One of us who had made pilgrimage to the Holy Places--he is now Abbot of the Lung-Cho Monastery--gave it me,' stammered the lama.

'He spoke of these.' His lean hand moved tremulously round.
'Welcome, then, O lama from Tibet.

Here be the images, and I am here'-- he glanced at the lama's face--'to gather knowledge.