Buddha at Kamakura . Behind them an angry farmer brandished a bamboo pole . He was a market-gardener , Arain by caste , growing vegetables and flowers for Umballa city , and well Kim knew the breed . ` Such an one , ' said the lama , disregarding the dogs , ` is impolite to strangers , intemperate of speech and uncharitable . Be warned by his demeanour , my disciple . ' ` Ho , shameless beggars ! ' shouted the farmer . ` Begone ! Get hence ! ' ` We go , ' the lama returned , with quiet dignity . ` We go from these unblessed fields . ' ` Ah , ' said Kim , sucking in his breath . ` If the next crops fail , thou canst only blame thine own tongue . ' The man shuffled uneasily in his slippers . ` The land is full of beggars , ' he began , half apologetically . ` And by what sign didst thou know that we would beg from thee , O Mali ? ' said Kim tartly , using the name that a market-gardener least likes . ` All we sought was to look at that river beyond the field there . ' ` River , forsooth ! ' the man snorted .
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