One does not often find a worker of miracles, and the child is still weak.
But I am not altogether a reed.' He picked up his lathi--a five-foot male-bamboo ringed with bands of polished iron--and flourished it in the air.

'The Jats are called quarrel-some, but that is not true.
Except when we are crossed, we are like our own buffaloes.' 'So be it,' said Kim.

'A good stick is a good reason.' The lama gazed placidly up-stream, where in long, smudged perspective the ceaseless columns of smoke go up from the burning-ghats by the river.

Now and again, despite all municipal regulations, the fragment of a half-burned body bobbed by on the full current.
'But for thee,' said the Kamboh to Kim, drawing the child into his hairy breast, 'I might today have gone thither--with this one.

The priests tell us that Benares is holy--which none doubt--and desirable to die in.