Return , old man , or the te-rain may depart without thee , ' cried the banker . ` Not only was it sufficient for the ticket , but for a little food also , ' said Kim , leaping to his place . ` Now eat , Holy One . Look . Day comes ! ' Golden , rose , saffron , and pink , the morning mists smoked away across the flat green levels . All the rich Punjab lay out in the splendour of the keen sun . The lama flinched a little as the telegraph-posts swung by . ` Great is the speed of the te-rain , ' said the banker , with a patronizing grin . ` We have gone farther since Lahore than thou couldst walk in two days : at even , we shall enter Umballa . ' ` And that is still far from Benares , ' said the lama wearily , mumbling over the cakes that Kim offered . They all unloosed their bundles and made their morning meal . Then the banker , the cultivator , and the soldier prepared their pipes and wrapped the compartment in choking , acrid smoke , spitting and coughing and enjoying themselves . The Sikh and the cultivator 's wife chewed pan ; the lama took snuff and told his beads , while Kim , cross-legged , smiled over the comfort of a full stomach . ` What rivers have ye by Benares ? ' said the lama of a sudden to the carriage at large . ` We have Gunga , ' returned the banker , when the little titter had subsided . ` What others ? ' ` What other than Gunga ? ' ` Nay , but in my mind was the thought of a certain River of healing . '
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Gunga Kim Lahore Punjab Sikh choking cultivator lama morning te-rain