He waits . ' ` That bowl indeed ! That cow-bellied basket ! Thou hast as much grace as the holy bull of Shiv . He has taken the best of a basket of onions already , this morn ; and forsooth , I must fill thy bowl . He comes here again . ' The huge , mouse-coloured Brahmini bull of the ward was shouldering his way through the many-coloured crowd , a stolen plantain hanging out of his mouth . He headed straight for the shop , well knowing his privileges as a sacred beast , lowered his head , and puffed heavily along the line of baskets ere making his choice . Up flew Kim 's hard little heel and caught him on his moist blue nose . He snorted indignantly , and walked away across the tram-rails , his hump quivering with rage . ` See ! I have saved more than the bowl will cost thrice over . Now , mother , a little rice and some dried fish atop -- yes , and some vegetable curry . ' A growl came out of the back of the shop , where a man lay . ` He drove away the bull , ' said the woman in an undertone . ` It is good to give to the poor . ' She took the bowl and returned it full of hot rice . ` But my yogi is not a cow , ' said Kim gravely , making a hole with his fingers in the top of the mound . ' A little curry is good , and a fried cake , and a morsel of conserve would please him , I think . ' ` It is a hole as big as thy head , ' said the woman fretfully .
But she filled it , none the less , with good , steaming vegetable curry , clapped a fried cake atop , and a morsel of clarified butter on the cake , dabbed a lump of sour tamarind conserve at the side ; and XXXXX looked at the load lovingly .
Brahmini Kim Shiv crowd forsooth growl morn morsel tram-rails undertone