In the Hills, as I understand, there are fewer.' 'Oh! the Hills, and the snows upon the Hills.' The lami tore off a tiny square of paper fit to go in an amulet.

'But what dost thou know of the Hills ?' 'They are very close.' Kim thrust open the door and looked at the long, peaceful line of the Himalayas flushed in morning-gold.

'Except in the dress of a Sahib, I have never set foot among them.' The lama snuffed the wind wistfully.
'If we go North,'-- Kim put the question to the waking sunrise--'would not much mid-day heat be avoided by walking among the lower hills at least?
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Is the charm made, Holy One ?' 'I have written the names of seven silly devils--not one of whom is worth a grain of dust in the eye.

Thus do foolish women drag us from the Way!' Hurree Babu came out from behind the dovecote washing his teeth with ostentatious ritual.