Father Victor , good man , took him to the station , put him into an empty second-class next to Colonel Creighton 's first , and bade him farewell with genuine feeling . ` They 'll make a man o ' you , O'Hara , at St Xavier 's -- a white man , an ' , I hope , a good man . They know all about your comin ' , an ' the Colonel will see that ye 're not lost or mislaid anywhere on the road . I 've given you a notion of religious matters , -- at least I hope so , -- and you 'll remember , when they ask you your religion , that you 're a Cath ` lic . Better say Roman Cath ` lic , tho ' I 'm not fond of the word . ' Kim lit a rank cigarette -- he had been careful to buy a stock in the bazar -- and lay down to think . This solitary passage was very different from that joyful down-journey in the third-class with the lama . ` Sahibs get little pleasure of travel , ' he reflected . ` Hai mai ! I go from one place to another as it might be a kickball . It is my Kismet . No man can escape his Kismet . But I am to pray to Bibi Miriam , and I am a Sahib . ' He looked at his boots ruefully . ` No ; I am Kim . This is the great world , and I am only Kim . Who is Kim ? ' He considered his own identity , a thing he had never done before , till his head swam . He was one insignificant person in all this roaring whirl of India , going southward to he knew not what fate . Presently the Colonel sent for him , and talked for a long time .
So far as XXXXX could gather , he was to be diligent and enter the Survey of India as a chain-man .
Cath Creighton Kim Kismet Miriam Sahibs Victor bazar escape tho