It was beautiful to behold the many-yoked grain and cotton wagons crawling over the country roads : one could hear their axles , complaining a mile away , coming nearer , till with shouts and yells and bad words they climbed up the steep incline and plunged on to the hard main road , carter reviling carter . It was equally beautiful to watch the people , little clumps of red and blue and pink and white and saffron , turning aside to go to their own villages , dispersing and growing small by twos and threes across the level plain . Kim felt these things , though he could not give tongue to his feelings , and so contented himself with buying peeled sugar-cane and spitting the pith generously about his path . From time to time the lama took snuff , and at last Kim could endure the silence no longer . ` This is a good land -- the land of the South ! ' said he . ` The air is good ; the water is good . Eh ? ' ` And they are all bound upon the Wheel , ' said the lama . ` Bound from life after life . To none of these has the Way been shown . ' He shook himself back to this world . ` And now we have walked a weary way , ' said Kim . ` Surely we shall soon come to a parao -LSB- a resting-place -RSB- . Shall we stay there ? Look , the sun is sloping . ' ` Who will receive us this evening ? ' ` That is all one . This country is full of good folk . Besides ' he sunk his voice beneath a whisper -- ` we have money . '
The crowd thickened as they neared the XXXXX which marked the end of their day 's journey .
Kim Way evening lama parao people resting-place snuff sugar-cane threes