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The diamond-bright dawn woke men and crows and bullocks together. Kim sat up and yawned, shook himself, and thrilled with delight. This was seeing the world in real truth; this was life as he would have it— bustling and shouting, the buckling of belts, and beating of bullocks and creaking of wheels, lighting of fires and cooking of food, and new sights at every turn of the approving eye. The morning mist swept off in a whorl of silver, the parrots shot away to some distant river in shrieking green hosts: all the well-wheels within earshot went to work. India was awake … |
This is from the fourth chapter of Kim. Kim and the Lama, on their pilgrimage in search for the River of the Arrow, are waking up after an evening of talk between the Lama and the Sahiba, a woman of sustance and wit, travelling with her servants. . They are on the Grand Trunk Road,, that great river of life across Northern India. |
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