They told him of their little diseases , and , more important , the diseases of their tiny , sure-footed cattle ; of trips as far as Kotgarh , where the strange missionaries live , and beyond even to marvellous Simla , where the streets are paved with silver , and anyone , look you , can get service with the Sahibs , who ride about in two-wheeled carts and spend money with a spade . Presently , grave and aloof , walking very heavily , the lama joined himself to the chatter under the eaves , and they gave him great room . The thin air refreshed him , and he sat on the edge of precipices with the best of them , and , when talk languished , flung pebbles into the void . Thirty miles away , as the eagle flies , lay the next range , seamed and channelled and pitted with little patches of brush -- forests , each a day 's dark march . Behind the village , Shamlegh hill itself cut off all view to southward . It was like sitting in a swallow 's nest under the eaves of the roof of the world . From time to time the lama stretched out his hand , and with a little low-voiced prompting would point out the road to Spiti and north across the Parungla . ` Beyond , where the hills lie thickest , lies De-ch ` en ' -LRB- he meant Han-le ' -RRB- , ` the great Monastery . s ` Tag-stan-ras-ch ` en built it , and of him there runs this tale . ' Whereupon he told it : a fantastic piled narrative of bewitchment and miracles that set Shamlegh a-gasping . Turning west a little , he steered for the green hills of Kulu , and sought Kailung under the glaciers . ` For thither came I in the old , old days . From Leh I came , over the Baralachi . ' ` Yes , yes ; we know it , ' said the far-faring people of Shamlegh . ` And I slept two nights with the priests of Kailung . These are the Hills of my delight ! Shadows blessed above all other shadows ! There my eyes opened on this world ; there my eyes were opened to this world ; there I found Enlightenment ; and there I girt my loins for my Search . Out of the Hills I came -- the high Hills and the strong winds . Oh , just is the Wheel ! '
He XXXXX them in detail -- the great glaciers , the naked rocks , the piled moraines and tumbled shale ; dry upland , hidden salt-lake , age-old timber and fruitful water-shot valley one after the other , as a dying man blesses his folk ; and Kim marvelled at his passion .
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