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…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 Kim. Kim and the Lama have reached the Grand Trunk Road, the great river of life that crosses northern India. They have made the acquaintance of the Sahiba, a sharp-tongued old lady, travelling in a covered cart with a retinue of hillmen and down-country ooryas. Here Kim is rejoicing in the scene as the host of travellers around them wake from their night’s rest at daybreak.


   

   

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