The guide avoided inhabited places, thinking it safer to keep the open country, which lies along the first depressions of the basin of the great river.
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Allahabad was now only twelve miles to the north-east.
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They stopped under a clump of bananas, the fruit of which, as healthy as bread and as succulent as cream, was amply partaken of and appreciated.
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At two o'clock the guide entered a thick forest which extended several miles; he preferred to travel under cover of the woods.
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They had not as yet had any unpleasant encounters, and the journey seemed on the point of being successfully accomplished, when the elephant, becoming restless, suddenly stopped.
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It was then four o'clock.
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"What's the matter?" asked Sir Francis, putting out his head.
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"I don't know, officer," replied the Parsee, listening attentively to a confused murmur which came through the thick branches.
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The murmur soon became more distinct; it now seemed like a distant concert of human voices accompanied by brass instruments.
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Passepartout was all eyes and ears.
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Mr. Fogg patiently waited without a word.
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The Parsee jumped to the ground, fastened the elephant to a tree, and plunged into the thicket.
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He soon returned, saying:
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"A procession of Brahmins is coming this way. We must prevent their seeing us, if possible."
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The guide unloosed the elephant and led him into a thicket, at the same time asking the travellers not to stir.
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He held himself ready to bestride the animal at a moment's notice, should flight become necessary; but he evidently thought that the procession of the faithful would pass without perceiving them amid the thick foliage, in which they were wholly concealed.
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The discordant tones of the voices and instruments drew nearer, and now droning songs mingled with the sound of the tambourines and cymbals.
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The head of the procession soon appeared beneath the trees, a hundred paces away; and the strange figures who performed the religious ceremony were easily distinguished through the branches.
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First came the priests, with mitres on their heads, and clothed in long lace robes.
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They were surrounded by men, women, and children, who sang a kind of lugubrious psalm, interrupted at regular intervals by the tambourines and cymbals; while behind them was drawn a car with large wheels, the spokes of which represented serpents entwined with each other.
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Upon the car, which was drawn by four richly caparisoned zebus, stood a hideous statue with four arms, the body coloured a dull red, with haggard eyes, dishevelled hair, protruding tongue, and lips tinted with betel.
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It stood upright upon the figure of a prostrate and headless giant.
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Sir Francis, recognising the statue, whispered, "The goddess Kali; the goddess of love and death."
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"Of death, perhaps," muttered back Passepartout, "but of love-that ugly old hag? Never!"
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The Parsee made a motion to keep silence.
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