It was not his fault , but that of the Gods , of whom he discoursed so engagingly , that he led them into the borders of Nahan , where the Rahah of that State mistook them for deserting British soldiery . Hurree Babu explained the greatness and glory , in their own country , of his companions , till the drowsy kinglet smiled . He explained it to everyone who asked -- many times -- aloud -- variously . He begged food , arranged accommodation , proved a skilful leech for an injury of the groin -- such a blow as one may receive rolling down a rock-covered hillside in the dark -- and in all things indispensable . The reason of his friendliness did him credit . With millions of fellow-serfs , he had learned to look upon Russia as the great deliverer from the North . He was a fearful man . He had been afraid that he could not save his illustrious employers from the anger of an excited peasantry . He himself would just as lief hit a holy man as not , but ... He was deeply grateful and sincerely rejoiced that he had done his ` little possible ' towards bringing their venture to -- barring the lost baggage -- a successful issue , he had forgotten the blows ; denied that any blows had been dealt that unseemly first night under the pines . He asked neither pension nor retaining fee , but , if they deemed him worthy , would they write him a testimonial ? It might be useful to him later , if others , their friends , came over the Passes . He begged them to remember him in their future greatnesses , for he ` opined subtly ' that he , even he , Mohendro Lal Dutt , MA of Calcutta , had ` done the State some service ' . They gave him a certificate praising his courtesy , helpfulness , and unerring skill as a guide . He put it in his waist-belt and sobbed with emotion ; they had endured so many dangers together . He led them at high noon along crowded Simla Mall to the Alliance Bank of Simla , where they wished to establish their identity . Thence he vanished like a dawn-cloud on Jakko . Behold him , too fine-drawn to sweat , too pressed to vaunt the drugs in his little brass-bound box , ascending Shamlegh slope , a just man made perfect . Watch him , all Babudom laid aside , smoking at noon on a cot , while a woman with turquoise-studded headgear points south-easterly across the bare grass . Litters , she says , do not travel as fast as single men , but his birds should now be in the Plains . The holy man would not stay though Lispeth pressed him .
The XXXXX groans heavily , girds up his huge loins , and is off again .
Babu Babudom British Jakko Mall Russia lief noon peasantry waist-belt