Shamlegh

Behind them — for, hill-fashion, they were perched on the edge of all things — the ground fell sheer two thousand feet to Shamlegh-midden, where never yet man has set foot.

Kim 2003

Behold him, too fine-drawn to sweat, too pressed to vaunt the drugs in his little brass-bound box, ascending Shamlegh slope, a just man made perfect.

Kim 2003

Outside the barred door, where discomfited kine came to ask for their old stable, Shamlegh and the coolies gave itself up to plunder and riotous living.

Kim 2003

Shamlegh had given it to him; and it was only fair, he argued, that her men should earn it back again.

Kim 2003

Shamlegh is thine: hoof and horn and hide, milk and butter.

Kim 2003

Behind the village, Shamlegh hill itself cut off all view to southward.

Kim 2003

‘But I would not have thee to go in anger, thinking hardly of me — a gatherer of cow-dung and grass at Shamlegh, but still a woman of substance.’

Kim 2003

Day by day, since Shamlegh down, I have stolen strength from thee.

Kim 2003

Half an hour later, as the creaking litter jolted up the hill path that leads south-easterly from Shamlegh, Kim saw a tiny figure at the hut door waving a white rag.

Kim 2003

‘Yes, yes; we know it,’ said the far-faring people of Shamlegh.

Kim 2003