Our boys in India . THE MERCHANT. YOU SHALL BE MY HARI-SAHIB. 265 wander where they would. The horses were tethered by ropesfrom their necks to their fore-ankle. Here and there Paulnoticed a man go a little way apart from the rest. Theywere Mussulmans, —though Paul did not know what that had. THE DAYS MARCH THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS. to do with it, — and, dismounting from their camels, beforethey set them free they knelt beside them in prayer. Theyspread little mats upon the ground, and, taking off theirshoes, stood erect, placing their thumbs to their ears, andopening their hands so that the palm


Our boys in India . THE MERCHANT. YOU SHALL BE MY HARI-SAHIB. 265 wander where they would. The horses were tethered by ropesfrom their necks to their fore-ankle. Here and there Paulnoticed a man go a little way apart from the rest. Theywere Mussulmans, —though Paul did not know what that had. THE DAYS MARCH THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS. to do with it, — and, dismounting from their camels, beforethey set them free they knelt beside them in prayer. Theyspread little mats upon the ground, and, taking off theirshoes, stood erect, placing their thumbs to their ears, andopening their hands so that the palms were presented toward 266 OUR BOYS IN INDIA. Mecca: thus they began the prayer. Then they folded theirhands upon their breasts, and with their heads bowed theyprayed again; then placed their hands upon their knees; thenknelt, with their hands still on their knees, and this they laid their hands upon the ground, and touchedtheir foreheads several times to the earth. Thats another kind of praying, isnt it? asked Paul,who, with Dhondaram, sat upon a little rug eating the foodthat the servant had prepared for them. Yes, replied the muni, with a sneer: they call itpraying. Isnt it so good as mine ? the boy asked earnestly. God may hear it; but, if he does, it is through


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