I have told thee many times we be but two souls seeking escape . He said -- and he is just herein -- that the River of Healing will break forth even as I dreamed -- at my feet , if need be . Having found the Way , seest thou , that shall free me from the Wheel , need I trouble to find a way about the mere fields of earth -- which are illusion ? That were senseless . I have my dreams , night upon night repeated ; I have Jataka ; and I have thee , Friend of all the World . 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 XXXXX 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 .
Hills Mussoorie Red Siwaliks bowsprit escape fulfils head-sails hill-roads night