In time we come to Umballa.' 'But my River--the River of my healing ?' 'And then, if it please thee, we will go hunting for that River on foot.

So that we miss nothing--not even a little rivulet in a field-side.' 'But thou hast a Search of thine own ?' The lama--very pleased that he remembered so well--sat bolt upright.
'Ay,' said Kim, humouring him.

The boy was entirely happy to be out chewing pan and seeing new people in the great good-tempered world.
'It was a bull--a Red Bull that shall come and help thee and carry thee--whither?
I have forgotten.

A Red Bull on a green field, was it not ?' 'Nay, it will carry me nowhere,' said Kim.

'It is but a tale I told thee.' 'What is this ?' The cultivator's wife leaned forward, her bracelets clinking on her arm.