The first noticeable object was an odd looking cart, drawn by a couple of the singular hump shouldered oxen, peculiar to Hindostan. They were swinging along at a deliberate pace, chewing their cuds with the quiet enjoyment natural to their kind, while the box-like structure was occupied by a man and half a dozen children. Behind them came another cart, also overflowingly filled with humanity, after which plodded a large number on foot.
The procession stretched out for fully a hundred yards. Every member of it was ragged and dirty, and all were probably pilgrims to some sacred shrine. They stared at the Europeans as they filed past, but not a word was spoken, and they showed no interest in the small group, the members of which were greatly relieved when the last pilgrim disappeared in the dust of the highway.
Harkins now took the lead, expressing dissatisfaction over their own manner of traveling. He declared that in a country so rich in beasts of burden as India, it was a shame that the two ladies should have to walk.
"Doctor," said the hearty fellow, "let us make up our minds to capture an elephant, camel, ox, horse or anything that can be turned to account. I prefer an elephant."
"Your plan is a good one if it can be carried out."
"We shall find a way of doing so."
"I am afraid that Luchman won't favor the plan."
"Then we'll execute it while he is away."