It is to me as a river from which I am withdrawn like a log after a flood.' And truly the Grand Trunk Road is a wonderful spectacle.

It runs straight, bearing without crowding India's traffic for fifteen hundred miles--such a river of life as nowhere else exists in the world.

They looked at the green-arched, shade-flecked length of it, the white breadth speckled with slow-pacing folk; and the two-roomed police-station opposite.
'Who bears arms against the law ?' a constable called out laughingly, as he caught sight of the soldier's sword.

'Are not the police enough to destroy evil-doers ?' 'It was because of the police I bought it,' was the answer.

'Does all go well in Hind ?' 'Rissaldar Sahib, all goes well.' 'I am like an old tortoise, look you, who puts his head out from the bank and draws it in again.