In time we come to Umballa . ' ` But my River -- the River of my healing ? ' ` And then , if it please thee , we will go hunting for that River on foot . So that we miss nothing -- not even a little rivulet in a field-side . ' ` But thou hast a Search of thine own ? ' The lama -- very pleased that he remembered so well -- sat bolt upright . ` Ay , ' said Kim , humouring him . The boy was entirely happy to be out chewing pan and seeing new people in the great good-tempered world . ` It was a bull -- a Red Bull that shall come and help thee and carry thee -- whither ? I have forgotten . A Red Bull on a green field , was it not ? ' ` Nay , it will carry me nowhere , ' said Kim . ` It is but a tale I told thee . ' ` What is this ? ' The cultivator 's wife leaned forward , her bracelets clinking on her arm . ` Do ye both dream dreams ? A Red Bull on a green field , that shall carry thee to the heavens or what ? Was it a vision ? Did one make a prophecy ? We have a Red Bull in our village behind Jullundur city , and he grazes by choice in the very greenest of our fields ! '
` Give a woman an old wife 's tale and a weaver-bird a leaf and a thread ' , they will weave wonderful things , ' XXXXX the Sikh .
Did Search chewing clinking hast make miss remembered said seeing