It is the mountain-sickness . I too am a little sick at stomach , ' -- and he knelt and comforted with such poor words as came first to his lips . Then the woman returned , more erect than ever . ` Thy Gods useless , heh ? Try mine . I am the Woman of Shamlegh . ' She hailed hoarsely , and there came out of a cow-pen her two husbands and three others with a dooli , the rude native litter of the Hills , that they use for carrying the sick and for visits of state . ` These cattle ' -- she did not condescend to look at them -- ` are thine for so long as thou shalt need . ' ` But we will not go Simla-way . We will not go near the Sahibs , ' cried the first husband . ` They will not run away as the others did , nor will they steal baggage . Two I know for weaklings . Stand to the rear-pole , Sonoo and Taree . ' They obeyed swiftly . ` Lower now , and lift in that holy man . I will see to the village and your virtuous wives till ye return . ' ` When will that be ? ' ` Ask the priests . Do not pester me . Lay the food-bag at the foot , it balances better so . '
` Oh , Holy One , thy XXXXX are kinder than our Plains ! '
Hills Sahibs Shamlegh Sonoo Taree dooli food-bag heh mountain-sickness weaklings