He sat, in defiance of municipal orders, astride the gun Zam Zammah on her brick platform opposite the old Ajaib-Gher⁠—the Wonder House, as the natives call the Lahore Museum. Who hold Zam-Zammah, tha...

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...

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 la...

Then, lowering their voices, they spoke together. Kim came to rest under a tree, but the lama tugged impatiently at his elbow. “Let us go on. The River is not here.” “Hai mai! Have we not walked enoug...

Once more the lazy, string-tied, shuffling procession got under way, and she slept till they reached the next halting-stage. It was a very short march, and time lacked an hour to sundown, so Kim cast ...

Very early in the morning the white tents came down and disappeared as the Mavericks took a side-road to Umballa. It did not skirt the resting-place, and Kim, trudging beside a baggage-cart under fire...

In the afternoon the red-faced schoolmaster told Kim that he had been “struck off the strength,” which conveyed no meaning to him till he was ordered to go away and play. Then he ran to the bazaar, an...

“Then in God’s name take blue for red,” said Mahbub, alluding to the Hindu colour of Kim’s disreputable turban. Kim countered with the old proverb, “I will change my faith and my bedding, but thou mus...

Kim flung himself wholeheartedly upon the next turn of the wheel. He would be a Sahib again for a while. In that idea, so soon as he had reached the broad road under Simla Town Hall, he cast about for...

Lurgan Sahib did not use as direct speech, but his advice tallied with Mahbub’s; and the upshot was good for Kim. He knew better now than to leave Lucknow city in native garb, and if Mahbub were anywh...

Followed a sudden natural reaction. “Now am I alone⁠—all alone,” he thought. “In all India is no one so alone as I! If I die today, who shall bring the news⁠—and to whom? If I live and God is good, th...

“I have found my heart again,” said E.23, under cover of the platform’s tumult. “Hunger and fear make men dazed, or I might have thought of this escape before. I was right. They come to hunt for me. T...

“Who goes to the Hills goes to his mother.” They had crossed the Siwaliks and the half-tropical Doon, left Mussoorie behind them, and headed north along the narrow hill-roads. Day after day they struc...

At moonrise the cautious coolies got under way. The lama, refreshed by his sleep and the spirit, needed no more than Kim’s shoulder to bear him along⁠—a silent, swift-striding man. They held the shale...

Two hundred miles north of Chini, on the blue shale of Ladakh, lies Yankling Sahib, the merry-minded man, spy-glassing wrathfully across the ridges for some sign of his pet tracker⁠—a man from Ao-chun...

A Chinaman. ↩ A hillman. ↩ Tibet. ↩ Tibetan. ↩ Idolator. ↩ Benares. ↩ Disciple. ↩ Bad-tempered. ↩ A holy man. ↩ A foreigner. ↩ Caravans. ↩ Thief! Thief! ↩ Corporal. ↩ Alexander the Great. ↩ Two hundre...