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Kathlyn sensed great loneliness when, about a month later, she arrived

at the basin in Calcutta A thousand or hat--men, wo soleht sun The

water-front swarreat wheeled carts drawn by

sad-eyed bullocks threaded slowly through thehither and thither, reminded her of a field of white

poppies in a breeze India! There it lay, ready for her eager feet

Always had she dreaht it on

the wings of her spirit Yonder it lay, ancient as China, enchanting

as storied Persia

If only she were on pleasure bent! If only she knew so city! She knew no one; she carried no letters of

introduction, no letters of credit, nothing but the gold and notes the

paymaster at the farm had hastily turned over to her Only by constant

application to e the

short cut to the far kingdom She had been warned that it was a wild

and turbulent place, out of the beaten path, beyond the reach of iron

rails Three long sea voyages: across the Pacific (which wasn't), down