It is a far cry to Delhi , and farther to Benares . ' ` By road and the trains . From Pathankot , having left the Hills , I came hither in a te-rain . It goes swiftly . At first I was amazed to see those tall poles by the side of the road snatching up and snatching up their threads , ' -- he illustrated the stoop and whirl of a telegraph-pole flashing past the train . ` But later , I was cramped and desired to walk , as I am used . ' ` And thou art sure of thy road ? ' said the Curator . ` Oh , for that one but asks a question and pays money , and the appointed persons despatch all to the appointed place . That much I knew in my lamassery from sure report , ' said the lama proudly . ` And when dost thou go ? ' The Curator smiled at the mixture of old-world piety and modern progress that is the note of India today . ` As soon as may be . I follow the places of His life till I come to the River of the Arrow . There is , moreover , a written paper of the hours of the trains that go south . ' ` And for food ? ' Lamas , as a rule , have good store of money somewhere about them , but the Curator wished to make sure . ` For the journey , I take up the Master 's begging-bowl . Yes . Even as He went so go I , forsaking the ease of my monastery .
There was with me when I XXXXX the hills a chela -LSB- disciple -RSB- who begged for me as the Rule demands , but halting in Kulu awhile a fever took him and he died .
Benares Curator Delhi Hills India Pathankot begging-bowl first lama left