Show an indian baldes trance talking of I 1 sleeping men I 1 was one day on oil my way to near agra and when halting to rest our horses heard casually of a I 1 ajo jogi t i of some local celebrity who was in a neighboring topo tope of mango trees I 1 walked over to tho the sacred shade andt andiliere here liere standing upright against a pillar of rough masonry was a fakir me like all these saintly personages he was extremely dirty his hair worked up into rope ends with grease and dust hung nearly to his waist his body stark naked was painted with a gray pigment but to exaggerate tho the skeleton idea the ribs chest bones and ankles were I 1 picked out in yellow ocher one eye was wide open over the other drooped a paralyzed eyelid the mouth was wide open ind and out of a corner were sprouting several blades of corn his hands were clinched and his nails I 1 was told were growing through tho the palms of his hands he had been moreover I 1 am only quoting what was said in the trance in which 1 I saw liim him for two months in spite of all that I 1 havo have read and heard about these ecstatic jogis I 1 ventured to be skeptical but I 1 offered an oblation of copper coins at the holy man s shrine round which in pious assemblage stood a quantity or of other ether offerings in kind little dues of wheat and oil he may have been an impostor but it struck me as a very dreary form of imposition indeed all alone there under the tha dusty trees with the shrilling of the kites in ones ears cars all daylong day long and at night 0 the dismal company of ribald jackass jackals jac kals kalb london society |