It was written in thy horoscope that a Red Bull on a green field -- I have not forgotten -- should bring thee to honour . Who but I saw that prophecy accomplished ? Indeed , I was the instrument . Thou shalt find me my River , being in return the instrument . The Search is sure ! ' He set his ivory-yellow face , serene and untroubled , towards the beckoning Hills ; his shadow shouldering far before him in the dust . Chapter 13 Who hath desired the Sea -- the immense and contemptuous surges ? The shudder , the stumble , the swerve ere the star-stabbing bowsprit merges -- The orderly clouds of the Trades and the ridged roaring sapphire thereunder -- Unheralded cliff-lurking flaws and the head-sails ' low-volleying thunder ? His Sea in no wonder the same -- his Sea and the same in each wonder -- His Sea that his being fulfils ? So and no otherwise -- so and no otherwise hill-men desire their hills ! The Sea and the Hills . ` Who goes to the hills goes to his mother . ' They had crossed the Siwaliks and the half-tropical Doon , left Mussoorie behind them , and headed north along the narrow hill-roads . Day after day they struck deeper into the huddled mountains , and day after day Kim watched the lama return to a man 's strength . Among the terraces of the Doon he had leaned on the boy 's shoulder , ready to profit by wayside halts . Under the great ramp to Mussoorie he drew himself together as an old hunter faces a well-remembered bank , and where he should have sunk exhausted swung his long draperies about him , drew a deep double-lungful of the diamond air , and walked as only a hillman can . Kim , plains-bred and plains-fed , sweated and panted astonished . ` This is my country , ' said the lama . ` Beside Such-zen , this is flatter than a rice-field ' ; and with steady , driving strokes from the loins he strode upwards . But it was on the steep downhill marches , three thousand feet in three hours , that he went utterly away from Kim , whose back ached with holding back , and whose big toe was nigh cut off by his grass sandal-string .
Through the speckled shadow of the great deodar-forests ; through oak feathered and plumed with ferns ; birch , ilex , rhododendron , and pine , out on to the bare hillsides ' slippery sunburnt grass , and back into the woodlands ' coolth again , till oak gave way to bamboo and palm of the valley , the XXXXX swung untiring .
Kim Mussoorie Red bowsprit day fulfils head-sails hours lama rice-field