aside　like　a　bundle　of　dung…cakes。　　Well；　he　will　not　know　his
  death。　　The　boat　cannot　live　an　hour　here　even　if　she　strike
  nothing。　　It　is　not　good　to　look　at　death　　with　a　clear　eye。〃
  He　refreshed　himself　again　from　the　tin　box；　squatted　down　in　the
  bows　of　the　reeling；　pegged；　and　stitched　craft；　staring　through
  the　mist　at　the　nothing　that　was　there。　　A　warm　drowsiness　crept
  over　Findlayson；　the　Chief　Engineer；　whose　duty　was　with　his
  bridge。　　The　heavy　raindrops　struck　him　with　a　thousand　tingling
  little　thrills；　and　the　weight　of　all　time　since　time　was　made
  hung　heavy　on　his　eyelids。　　He　thought　and　perceived　that　he　was
  perfectly　secure；　for　the　water　was　so　solid　that　a　man　could
  surely　step　out　upon　it；　and；　standing　still　with　his　legs　apart
  to　keep　his　balance　…　this　was　the　most　important　point　…　would
  be　borne　with　great　and　easy　speed　to　the　shore。　　But　yet　a
  better　plan　came　to　him。　　It　needed　only　an　exertion　of　will　for
  the　soul　to　hurl　the　body　ashore　as　wind　drives　paper；　to　waft　it
  kite…fashion　to　the　bank。　　Thereafter　…　the　boat　spun　dizzily　…
  suppose　the　high　wind　got　under　the　freed　body？　　Would　it　tower
  up　like　a　kite　and　pitch　headlong　on　the　far…away　sands；　or　would
  it　duck　about；　beyond　control；　through　all　eternity？　　Findlayson
  gripped　the　gunnel　to　anchor　himself；　for　it　seemed　that　he　was
  on　the　edge　of　taking　the　flight　before　he　had　settled　all　his
  plans。　　Opium　has　more　effect　on　the　white　man　than　the　black。
  Peroo　was　only　comfortably　indifferent　to　accidents。　　〃She　cannot
  live；〃　he　grunted。　　〃Her　seams　open　already。　　If　she　were　even　a
  dinghy　with　oars　we　could　have　ridden　it　out；　but　a　box　with
  holes　is　no　good。　　Finlinson　Sahib；　she　fills。〃
  〃Accha！　　I　am　going　away。　　Come　thou　also。〃　In　his　mind；
  Findlayson　had　already　escaped　from　the　boat；　and　was　circling
  high　in　air　to　find　a　rest　for　the　sole　of　his　foot。　　His　body　…
  he　was　really　sorry　for　its　gross　helplessness　…　lay　in　the
  stern；　the　water　rushing　about　its　knees。
  〃How　very　ridiculous！〃　he　said　to　himself　from　his　eyrie　…〃　that
  …　is　Findlayson　…　　chief　of　the　Kashi　Bridge。　　The　poor　beast　is
  going　to　be　drowned；　too。　　Drowned　when　it's　close　to　shore。　　I'm
  …　I'm　on　shore　already。　　Why　doesn't　　it　come　along？〃
  To　his　intense　disgust；　he　found　his　soul　back　in　his　body　again；
  and　that　body　spluttering　and　choking　in　deep　water。　　The　pain　of
  the　reunion　was　atrocious；　but　it　was　necessary；　also；　to　fight
  for　the　body。　　He　was　conscious　of　grasping　wildly　at　wet　sand；
  and　striding　prodigiously；　as　one　strides　in　a　dream；　to　keep
  foothold　in　the　swirling　water；　till　at　last　he　hauled　himself
  clear　of　the　hold　of　the　river；　and　dropped；　panting；　on　wet
  earth。
  〃Not　this　night；〃　said　Peroo；　in　his　ear。　　〃The　Gods　have
  protected　us。〃　　The　Lascar　moved　his　feet　cautiously；　and　they
  rustled　among　dried　stumps。　　〃This　is　some　island　of　last　year's
  indigo…crop；〃　he　went　on。　　〃We　shall　find　no　men　here；　but　have
  great　care；　Sahib；　all　the　snakes　of　a　hundred　miles　have　been
  flooded　out。　　Here　comes　the　lightning；　on　the　heels　of　the
  wind。　Now　we　shall　be　able　to　look；　but　walk　carefully。〃
  Findlayson　was　far　and　far　beyond　any　fear　of　snakes；　or　indeed
  any　merely　human　emotion。　　He　saw；　after　he　had　rubbed　the　water
  from　his　eyes；　with　an　immense　clearness；　and　trod；　so　it　seemed
  to　himself　with　world…encompassing　strides。　　Somewhere　in　the
  night　of　time　he　had　built　a　bridge　…　a　bridge　that　spanned
  illimitable　levels　of　shining　seas；　but　the　Deluge　had　swept　it
  away；　leaving　this　one　island　under　heaven　for　Findlayson　and　his
  companion；　sole　survivors　of　the　breed　of　Man。
  An　incessant　lightning；　forked　and　blue；　showed　all　that　there　was
  to　be　seen　on　the　little　patch　in　the　flood　…　a　clump　of　thorn；
  a　clump　of　swaying　creaking　bamboos；　and　a　grey　gnarled　peepul
  overshadowing　a　Hindoo　shrine；　from　whose　dome　floated　a
  tattered　red　flag。　　The　holy　man　whose　summer　resting…place　it
  was　had　long　since　abandoned　it；　and　the　weather　had　broken　the
  red…daubed　image　of　his　god。　　The　two　men　stumbled；　heavy…limbed
  and　heavy…eyed；　over　the　ashes　of　a　brick…set　cooking…place；　and
  dropped　down　under　the　shelter　of　the　branches；　while　the　rain
  and　river　roared　together。
  The　stumps　of　the　indigo　crackled；　and　there　was　a　smell　of
  cattle；　as　a　huge　and　dripping　Brahminee　bull　shouldered　his　way
  under　the　tree。　　The　flashes　revealed　the　trident　mark　of
  Shiva　on　his　flank；　the　insolence　of　head　and　hump；　the　luminous
  stag…like　eyes；　the　brow　crowned　with　a　wreath　of　sodden　marigold
  blooms；　and　the　silky　dewlap　that　almost　swept　the　ground。　　There
  was　a　noise　behind　him　of　other　beasts　coming　up　from　the
  flood…line　through　the　thicket；　a　sound　of　heavy　feet　and　deep
  breathing。
  〃Here　be　more　beside　ourselves；〃　said　Findlayson；　his　head　against
  the　treepole；　looking　through　half…shut　eyes；　wholly　at　ease。
  〃Truly；〃　said　Peroo；　thickly；　〃and　no　small　ones。〃
  〃What　are　they；　then？　　I　do　not　see　clearly。〃
  〃The　Gods。　　Who　else？　　Look！〃
  〃Ah；　true！　　The　Gods　surely　…　the　Gods。〃　Findlayson　smiled　as　his
  head　fell　forward　on　his　chest。　　Peroo　was　eminently　right。　After
  the　Flood；　who　should　be　alive　in　the　land　except　the　Gods　that
  made　it　…　the　Gods　to　whom　his　village　prayed　nightly　…　the　Gods
  who　were　in　all　men's　mouths　and　about　all　men's　ways。　　He　could
  not　raise　his　head　or　stir　a　finger　for　the　trance　that　held　him；
  and　Peroo　was　smiling　vacantly　at　the　lightning。
  The　Bull　paused　by　the　shrine；　his　head　lowered　to　the　damp
  earth。　　A　green　Parrot　in　the　branches　preened　his　wet　wings　and
  screamed　against　the　thunder　as　the　circle　under　the　tree　filled
  with　the　shifting　shadows　of　beasts。　　There　was　a　black　Buck
  at　the　Bull's　heels…such　a　Buck　as　Findlayson　in　his　far…away
  life　upon　earth　might　have　seen　in　dreams　…　a　Buck　with　a　royal
  head；　ebon　back；　silver　belly；　and　gleaming　straight　horns。
  Beside　him；　her　head　bowed　to　the　ground；　the　green　eyes　burning
  under　the　heavy　brows；　with　restless　tail　switching　the　dead
  grass；　paced　a　Tigress；　full…bellied　and　deep…jowled。
  The　Bull　crouched　beside　the　shrine；　and　there　leaped　from　the
  darkness　a　monstrous　grey　Ape；　who　seated　himself　man…wise　in　the
  place　of　the　fallen　image；　and　the　rain　spilled　like　jewels　from
  the　hair　of　his　neck　and　shoulders。　　Other　shadows　came　and　went
  behind　the　circle；　among　them　a　drunken　Man　flourishing　staff　and
  drinking…bottle。　　Then　a　hoarse　bellow　broke　out　from　near　the
  ground。　　〃The　flood　lessens　even　now；〃　it　cried。　　〃Hour　by　hour
  the　water　falls；　and　their　bridge　still　stands！〃
  〃My　bridge；〃　said　Findlayson　to　himself　〃That　must　be　very　old
  work　now。　　What　have　the　Gods　to　do　with　my　bridge？〃
  His　eyes　rolled　in　the　darkness　following　the　roar。　　A　Mugger　…
  the　blunt…nosed；　ford…haunting　Mugger　of　the　Ganges　…draggled
  herself　before　the　beasts；　lashing　furiously　to　right　and　left
  with　her　tail。
  〃They　have　made　it　too　strong　for　me。　　In　all　this　night　I　have
  only　torn　away　a　handful　of　planks。　　The　walls　stand。　　The　towers
  stand。　　They　have　chained　my　flood；　and　the　river　is　not　free　any
  more。　　Heavenly　Ones；　take　this　yoke　away！　　Give　me　clear　water
  between　bank　and　bank！　　It　is　I；　Mother　Gunga；　that　speak。　　The
  Justice　of　the　Gods！　　Deal　me　the　Justice　of　the　Gods！〃
  〃What　said　I？〃　whispered　Peroo。　　〃This　is　in　truth　a　Punchayet　of
  the　Gods。　　Now　we　know　that　all　the　world　is　dead；　save　you　and
  I；　Sahib。〃
  The　Parrot　screamed　and　fluttered　again；　and　the　Tigress；　her
  ears　flat　to　her　head；　snarled　wickedly。
  Somewhere　in　the　shadow；　a　great　trunk　and　gleaming　tusks　swayed
  to　and　fro；　and　a　low　gurgle　broke　the　silence　that　followed　on
  the　snarl。
  〃We　be　here；〃　said　a　deep　voice；　〃the　Great　Ones。　　One　only　and
  very　many。　　Shiv；　my　father；　is　here；　with　Indra。　　Kali　has
  spoken　already。　　Hanuman　listens　also。〃
  〃Kashi　is　without　her　Kotwal　to…night；〃　shouted　the　Man　with　the
  drinking…bottle；　flinging　his　staff　to　the　ground；　while　the
  island　rang　to　the　baying　of　hounds。　　〃Give　her　the　Justice　of
  the　Gods。〃
  〃Ye　were　still　when　they　polluted　my　waters；〃　the　great　Crocodile
  bellowed。　　〃Ye　made　no　sign　when　my　river　was　trapped　between　the
  walls。　　I　had　no　help　save　my　own　strength；　and　that　failed　…　the
  strength　of　Mother　Gunga　failed　…　before　their　guard…towers。　What
  could　I　do？　　I　have　done　everything。　　Finish　now；　Heavenly　Ones！〃
  〃I　brought　the　death；　I　rode　the　spotted　sick…ness　from　hut　to
  hut　of　their　workmen；　and　yet　they　would　not　cease。〃　A
  nose…slitten；　hide…worn　Ass；　lame；　scissor…legged；　and　galled；
  limped　forward。　　〃I　cast　the　death　at　them　out　of　my　nostrils；
  but　they　would　not　cease。〃
  Peroo　would　have　moved；　but　the　opium　lay　heavy　upon　him。
  〃Bah！〃　he　said；　spitting。　　〃Here　is　Sitala　herself；　Mata　…　the
  small…pox。　　Has　the　Sahib　a　handkerchief　to　put　o