CONTENTS
REINGELDER AND THE GERMAN FLAG
THE LIMITATIONS OF PAMBE SERANG
THE DREAM OF DUNCAN PARRENNESS
THE INCARNATION OF KRISHNA MULVANEY
In Northern India stood a monastery called The Chubara of Dhunni Bhagat. No one remembered who or what Dhunni Bhagat had been. He had lived his life, made a little money and spent it all, as every good Hindu should do, on a work of piety—the Chubara. That was full of brick cells, gaily painted with the figures of Gods and kings and elephants, where worn-out priests could sit and meditate on the latter end of things; the paths were brick paved, and the naked feet of thousands had worn them into gutters. Clumps of mangoes sprouted from between the bricks; great pipal trees