Our boys in India . ittle feet to the uncertain ground, and carried himto a low camels-hair tent, of black and white stripes, underwhich they both crept, and where Paul slept as soundly onthe strong arm of Dhondaram as though it had been upon asoft white pillow in the cottage at Beverly Farms. The next day the caravan wound up a river-bank. Raggedmountains rose up almost directly out of the water. Upontheir rocky sides deodars were growing, straight as arrows,though they were rooted only in clefts of the rocks in almostperpendicular precipices, and fed only on the dying lichens,and icy rills f
Our boys in India . ittle feet to the uncertain ground, and carried himto a low camels-hair tent, of black and white stripes, underwhich they both crept, and where Paul slept as soundly onthe strong arm of Dhondaram as though it had been upon asoft white pillow in the cottage at Beverly Farms. The next day the caravan wound up a river-bank. Raggedmountains rose up almost directly out of the water. Upontheir rocky sides deodars were growing, straight as arrows,though they were rooted only in clefts of the rocks in almostperpendicular precipices, and fed only on the dying lichens,and icy rills from the melting snows up above. Paul looked long and earnestly at the snowy peaks. Where have I ever seen snow before ? he askedDhondaram. YOU SHALL BE MY HARI-SAHIB. 269 In your home, Hari-Sahib, he rephed. Have I a home ? he asked again. Dhondaram lookeddown at him. He was riding now before the muni. Theblue eyes looked up wonderingly. You must go to it, my treasure. You shall go to will not keep UP AMONG THE SNOWS. But I want you to go, too, Dhondaram. Where is it?Is it far from here ? asked Paul. Far? the muni laughed. Far? Yes: it is far fromhere. There was a strange tremor in his voice: it was veryunnatural. Paul said suddenly,— But you will go, Dhondaram? You must go. Where IS It i You shall know before long. You shall know all about 270 OUR BOYS IN INDIA. it, remarked the muni sadly ; and you will not forget oldDhondaram. No, you will not forget him. Paul threw one arm around the munis neck: tears filledthe clear blue eyes, and ran down over the brown were not so brown as at first. The dye was not lasting,and was wearing ofT. Dhondaram would not have renewed
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