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S' doaks was son of Yelth the wise -
Chief of the Raven clan.
Itswoot the Bear had him in care
To make him a medicine-man.
He was quick and quicker to learn -
Bold and bolder to dare:
He danced the dread Kloo-Kwallie Dance
To tickle Itswoot the Bear!
Kim flung himself whole-heartedly upon the next turn of the wheel. He would be a Sahib
again for a while. In that idea, so soon as he had reached the broad road under Simla
Town Hall, he cast about for one to impress. A Hindu child, some ten years old, squatted
under a lamp-post.
Where is Mr Lurgan's house?' demanded Kim.
'I do not understand English,' was the answer, and Kim shifted his speech accordingly.
'I will show.'
Together they set off through the mysterious dusk, full of the noises of a city below the
hillside, and the breath of a cool wind in deodar-crowned Jakko, shouldering the stars.
The house-lights, scattered on every level, made, as it were, a double firmament. Some
were fixed, others belonged to the 'rickshaws of the careless, open-spoken English folk,
going out to dinner.
'It is here,' said Kim's guide, and halted in a veranda flush with the main road. No door
stayed them, but a curtain of beaded reeds that split up the lamplight beyond.
'He is come,' said the boy, in a voice little louder than a sigh, and vanished. Kim felt sure
that the boy had been posted to guide him from the first, but, putting a bold face on it,
parted the curtain. A black-bearded man, with a green shade over his eyes, sat at a table,
and, one by one, with short, white hands, picked up globules of light from a tray before
him, threaded them on a glancing silken string, and hummed to himself the while. Kim
was conscious that beyond the circle of light the room was full of things that smelt like
all the temples of all the East. A whiff of musk, a puff of sandal-wood, and a breath of
sickly jessamine-oil caught his opened nostrils.
'I am here,' said Kim at last, speaking in the vernacular: the smells made him forget that
he was to be a Sahib
'Seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one,' the man counted to himself, stringing pearl after pearl
so quickly that Kim could scarcely follow his fingers. He slid off the green shade and
looked fixedly at Kim for a full half-minute. The pupils of the eye dilated and closed to