` 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 . ' ` That is Gunga . Who bathes in her is made clean and goes to the Gods . Thrice have I made pilgrimage to Gunga . ' He looked round proudly . ` There was need , ' said the young sepoy drily , and the travellers ' laugh turned against the banker . ` Clean -- to return again to the Gods , ' the lama muttered . ` And to go forth on the round of lives anew -- still tied to the Wheel . ' He shook his head testily . ` But maybe there is a mistake .
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