It is time -- time to go to Benares . ' The lama rose obediently , and they passed out of the serai like shadows . Chapter 2 And whoso will , from Pride released ; Contemning neither creed nor priest , May feel the Soul of all the East . About him at Kamakura . Buddha at Kamakura . They entered the fort-like railway station , black in the end of night ; the electrics sizzling over the goods-yard where they handle the heavy Northern grain-traffic . ` This is the work of devils ! ' said the lama , recoiling from the hollow echoing darkness , the glimmer of rails between the masonry platforms , and the maze of girders above . He stood in a gigantic stone hall paved , it seemed , with the sheeted dead third-class passengers who had taken their tickets overnight and were sleeping in the waiting-rooms . All hours of the twenty-four are alike to Orientals , and their passenger traffic is regulated accordingly . ` This is where the fire-carriages come . One stands behind that hole ' -- Kim pointed to the ticket-office -- ` who will give thee a paper to take thee to Umballa . ' ` But we go to Benares , ' he replied petulantly . ` All one . Benares then . Quick : she comes ! ' ` Take thou the purse . ' The lama , not so well used to trains as he had pretended , started as the 3.25 a.m. south-bound roared in . The sleepers sprang to life , and the station filled with clamour and shoutings , cries of water and sweetmeat vendors , shouts of native policemen , and shrill yells of women gathering up their baskets , their families , and their husbands . ` It is the train -- only the te-rain .
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