They were all bought skins and heads . Some had even the moth in them . ' That was a shrewd argument , and the Ao-chung man knew his fellows . ` If the worst comes to the worst , I shall tell Yankling Sahib , who is a man of a merry mind , and he will laugh . We are not doing any wrong to any Sahibs whom we know . They are priest-beaters . They frightened us . We fled ! Who knows where we dropped the baggage ? Do ye think Yankling Sahib will permit down-country police to wander all over the hills , disturbing his game ? It is a far cry from Simla to Chini , and farther from Shamlegh to Shamlegh-midden . ' ` So be it , but I carry the big kilta . The basket with the red top that the Sahibs pack themselves every morning . ' ` Thus it is proved , ' said the Shamlegh man adroitly , ` that they are Sahibs of no account . Who ever heard of Fostum Sahib , or Yankling Sahib , or even the little Peel Sahib that sits up of nights to shoot serow -- I say , who , ever heard of these Sahibs coming into the hills without a down-country cook , and a bearer , and -- and all manner of well-paid , high-handed and oppressive folk in their tail ? How can they make trouble ? What of the kilta ? ' ` Nothing , but that it is full of the Written Word -- books and papers in which they wrote , and strange instruments , as of worship . ' ` Shamlegh-midden will take them all . ' ` True !
But how if we insult the XXXXX ' Gods thereby !
Ao-chung Chini Sahib Sahibs Shamlegh Shamlegh-midden kilta morning priest-beaters serow