, a kind of nightgown without sleeves. He had long
hair, and his head was uncovered. His elbow rested on the back of a cow,
which was itself well calculated to attract attention, for, in addition
to her four perfectly shaped legs, she had a fifth growing out of her
hump. This wonderful freak of nature used its fifth leg as if it were
a hand and arm, hunting and killing tiresome flies, and scratching
its head with the hoof. At first we thought it was a trick to attract
attention, and even felt offended with the animal, as well as with its
handsome owner, but, coming nearer, we saw that it was no trick, but an
actual sport of mischievous Nature. From the young man we learned that
the cow had been presented to him by the Maharaja Holkar, and that her
milk had been his only food during the last two years.

Sadhus are aspirants to the Raj Yoga, and, as I have said above, usually
belong to the school of the Vedanta. That is to say, they are disciples
of initiates who have entirely resigned the life of the world, and lead
a life of monastic chastity. Between the Sadhus and the Shivaite
bunis there exists a mortal enmity, which manifests itself by a silent
contempt on the side of the Sadhus, and on that of the bunis by constant
attempts to sweep their rivals off the face of the earth. This antipathy
is as marked as that between light and darkness, and reminds one of the
dualism of the Ahura-Mazda and Ahriman of the Zoroastrians. Masses
of people look up to the first as to Magi, sons of the sun and of the
Divine Principle, while the latter are dreaded as dangerous sorcerers.
Having heard most wonderful accounts of the former, we were burning
with anxiety to see some of the "miracles" ascribed to them by some even
among the Englishmen. We eagerly invited the Sadhu to visit our vihara
during the evening. But the handsome ascetic sternly refused, for the
reason that we were staying within the temple of the idol-worshippers,
the very air of which would prove antagonistic to him. We offered him
money, but he would not touch it, and so we parted.

A path, or rather a ledge cut along the perpendicular face of a rocky
mass 200 feet high, led from the chief temple to our vihara. A man needs
good eyes, sure feet, and a very strong head to avoid sliding down the
precipice at the first false step. Any help would be quite out of the
question, for, the ledge being only two feet wide, no one could walk
side by side with another. We had to walk