Hecockedhisnoseintheairloftilyandsteppedacrossthenarrowfield-borderswithgreatdignity。
`Thereisnopride，’saidthelama，afterapause，`thereisnoprideamongsuchasfollowtheMiddleWay。’
`Butthouhastsaidhewaslow-casteanddiscourteous。’
`Low-casteIdidnotsay，forhowcanthatbewhichisnot？Afterwardsheamendedhisdiscourtesy，andIforgottheoffence。Moreover，heisasweare，boundupontheWheelofThings；buthedoesnottreadthewayofdeliverance。’Hehaltedatalittlerunletamongthefields，andconsideredthehoof-pittedbank。
`Now，howwiltthouknowthyRiver？’saidKim，squattingintheshadeofsometallsugar-cane。