But I do not know their Gods, and they ask for money; and when one has done one worship a shaved-head vows it is of none effect except one do another.

Wash here! Wash there! Pour, drink, lave, and scatter flowers--but always pay the priests.

No, the Punjab for me, and the soil of the Jullundur-doab for the best soil in it.' 'I have said many times--in the Temple, I think--that if need be, the River will open at our feet.

We will therefore go North,' said the lama, rising.

'I remember a pleasant place, set about with fruit-trees, where one can walk in meditation--and the air is cooler there.