Kali Roses Feet
Again the big gong beat, and a second time there was the rushing of naked feet on earth and ringing iron; the clatter oftools ceased. In the silence, men heard the dry yawn of water crawling over thirsty sand.
kali roses feet
The stumps of the indigo crackled, and there was a smell of cattle, as a huge and dripping Brahminee bull shouldered hisway under the tree. The flashes revealed the trident mark of Shiva on his flank, the insolence of head and hump, theluminous stag-like eyes, the brow crowned with a wreath of sodden marigold blooms, and the silky dewlap that almost sweptthe ground. There was a noise behind him of other beasts coming up from the flood-line through the thicket, a sound of heavyfeet and deep breathing.
Findlayson staggered to his feet and shook himself. His bead swam and ached, but the work of the opium was over, and, ashe sluiced his forehead in a pool, the Chief Engineer of the Kashi Bridge was wondering how he had managed to fall upon theisland, what chances the day offered of return, and, above all, how his work stood.
Peroo, well known to the crew, had possessed himself of the inlaid wheel, and was taking the launch craftily up-stream.But while he steered he was, in his mind, handling two feet of partially untwisted wire-rope; and the back upon which hebeat was the back of his guru.
From time to time he passed a knot of silent soldiers, who saluted. They might have been the very men who had carried himon their backs when he was in his first knickerbockers. A faint light burned in his room, and, as he entered, hands claspedhis feet, and a voice murmured from the floor.
Now, in the darkest night, even as the Purple Emperor said, if you will stand on the bridge across the freight-yard,looking down upon the four-track way, at 2.30 A.M., neither before nor after, when the White Moth, that takes the overflowfrom the Purple Emperor, tears south with her seven vestibuled cream-white cars, you will hear, as the yard-clock makes thehalf-hour, a faraway sound like the bass of a violoncello, and then, a hundred feet to each word:
That was glory and honour enough for the rest of his days, and the Maltese Cat did not complain much when his veterinarysurgeon said that he would be no good for polo any more. When Lutyens married, his wife did not allow him to play, so he wasforced to be an umpire; and his pony on these occasions was a flea-bitten gray with a neat polo-tail, lame all round, butdesperately quick on his feet, and, as everybody knew, Past Pluperfect Prestissimo Player of the Game.
But things were not as bad as he had expected. The black gnat was on the water, and the water was strictly preserved. Athree-quarter-pounder at the second cast set him for the campaign, and he worked down-stream, crouching behind the reed andmeadow-sweet; creeping between a hornbeam hedge and a foot-wide strip of bank, where he could see the trout, but where theycould not distinguish him from the background; lying on his stomach to switch the blue-upright sidewise through thecheckered shadows of a gravelly ripple under overarching trees. But he had known every inch of the water since he was fourfeet high. The aged and astute between sunk roots, with the large and fat that lay in the frothy scum below some strong rushof water, sucking lazily as carp, came to trouble in their turn, at the hand that imitated so delicately the flicker andwimple of an eggdropping fly. Consequently, Georgie found himself five miles from home when he ought to have been dressingfor dinner. The housekeeper had taken good care that her boy should not go empty; and before he changed to the white moth hesat down to excellent claret with sandwiches of potted egg and things that adoring women make and men never notice. Thenback, to surprise the otter grubbing for fresh-water mussels, the rabbits on the edge of the beechwoods foraging in theclover, and the policeman-like white owl stooping to the little field-mice, till the moon was strong, and he took his rodapart, and went home through well-remembered gaps in the hedges. He fetched a compass round the house, for, though he mighthave broken every law of the establishment every hour, the law of his boyhood was unbreakable after fishing you went in bythe south garden back-door, cleaned up in the outer scullery, and did not present yourself to your elders and your betterstill you had washed and changed.
He could see his father in his own particular chair, the mother in hers, and the back of a girl at the piano by the bigpotpourri-jar. The garden showed half divine in the moonlight, and he turned down through the roses to finish his pipe.
The Charles Henry Hart autograph collection dates from 1731-1917 and measures 1.71 linear feet comprised of 232 letters, portrait prints, and other documents signed by American artists. There is a .01 linear foot (6 items) unprocessed addition to this collection donated in 2021 that includes a letter from Winslow Homer to Mr. Clarke, November 28, 1892; typed and annotated lists of autographs of artists in the collections of Charles Henry Hart; handwritten note about English painter and engraver, John Keyse Sherwin, undated; handwritten note regarding Gennearino Persico, miniature artist, July 18, 1826.
The papers of folk art collector and museum curator Herbert Waide Hemphill date from 1776-1998, bulk 1876-1998, and measure 26.7 linear feet. Found within the papers are biographical materials, personal business records, files documenting his collecting, writings, art work, minutes of meetings, a scrapbook, printed material including exhibition and auction announcements and catalogs, and miscellaneous artifacts. The collection also contains numerous photographs of Hemphill, family members, his residences, friends and colleagues, exhibitions, travel, and art work. Sound and video recordings include interviews of Hemphill.
We tried that today, with Kimiya Yui and me as the astronauts and two small submarines, (with Serena Aunon and Bill Todd at the controls) as the spacecraft. And it worked. I mean, it really worked. The subs fly beautifully. Being mounted out on the front of one and working with the sub driver to fine-tune our path to our next location was drop-dead easy. And then, once we got where we were going, having our feet locked solidly to the sub was a great way to work.
At this time King Pratap Rudra of the Gajapati dynasty arrived at Puri. With him came Rámánanda Ray, who first of all interviewed the Master in great delight. The Ray prostrated himself, the Master embraced him, and the two shed tears of joy. At this loving intercourse, all the bhaktas wondered. The Ray said, "I reported your behest to my king, who relieved me of my office, as you wished. I told him that if he would let me I should remain at Chaitanya's feet, as I no longer wished to manage affairs (of state). At the mention of thy name the king in delight rose from his throne and embraced me. On hearing thy name he was enraptured; he held my hand and very graciously told me, 'Enjoy your salary as before, and adore Chaitanya's feet in freedom from all cares. I, worthless wretch, am unfit to behold Him. Blessed are they in life that adore Him. Right gracious is He, the son of Braja's lord. In some other birth He will certainly grant me the sight of Him.' I myself have not a tithe of the passion of devotion which I saw in the Raja."
The Ray bowed at the feet of the four apostles, viz., the Puri, the Bhárati, Swarup and Nityánanda, and properly met Jagadananda, Mukunda, and the other faithful ones. The Master asked, "Ray! have you visited Jagannáth?" The Ray replied, "I am going to see the god now." At this the Master cried out, "What hast thou done, Ray? Why did you come to me before visiting the god?" The Ray answered, "My feet are my carriage, my heart is the driver; wherever they take me I, as rider, must go. What can I do? My heart brought me hither, and did not suggest the idea of visiting Jagannáth first." The Master replied, "Hasten to see the god; go to your kindred and home afterwards." At the Master's command the Ray went to see the god. Who can fathom the mystery of the Ray's devotion?
Hearing this Sárvabhauma grew alarmed, and he marvelled at the ardour of the king's devotion. So he said, "My liege! grieve not. The Master will surely take pity on you. He can be compelled by love, and your love is most profound; He cannot help doing you grace. Still, I suggest a device by which you can see Him. At the Car Festival, the Master with all His followers will dance in rapture in front of Jagannáth's car, and enter the garden in an ecstatic mood. Just then, clad in a plain robe and reciting the Krishna-rása-panchádhyáyi all alone, you will run and clasp the Master's feet. He will then be oblivious of the outer world, and on hearing Krishna's name will embrace you as a Vaishnav. To-day Rámánanda Ray has lauded your devotion to the Master, whose mind has been turned by it." 041b061a72