Now there are only country-carts and such like.

Left and right is the rougher road for the heavy carts--grain and cotton and timber, fodder, lime and hides.

A man goes in safety here for at every few koss is a police-station.

The police are thieves and extortioners (I myself would patrol it with cavalry--young recruits under a strong captain), but at least they do not suffer any rivals.

All castes and kinds of men move here.
'Look! Brahmins and chumars, bankers and tinkers, barbers and bunnias, pilgrims and potters--all the world going and coming.