h the town, making ●many turns, and through the for▓est and over the hill before you a●re coming to it by the crossr▓oads.” In spite of these explicit● directions we wandered a fu▓ll t

wo hours along soft roadways and over rolli●ng hillocks without locating the object of our s●earch.Pedestrians listened respectfully to ●our inquiries, but though we used eve▓ry word in our

Oriental vocabu▓laries that could in any way be applied to● a religious edifice, they shook▓ their heads in perplexity.One spot a▓t the intersection of two ro▓ads seemed to answer vaguely t

o the colle▓ctor’s description, but it was surrounded on ●every side by dense groves in wh●ich there was no sound of human▓ occupancy. We were passing it for the fo▓urth time when a gru

ff voice sounded 3●73from the edge of the woods and a nati●ve policeman, toga-clad and armed ●with a musket, stepped toward▓s us.His face was almost invisible in the dar▓kness; the whites o

f his eye▓s, gleaming plainly, gave him the uncanny appea●rance of a masked figure. “Buddha!” c●ried James, with a sweeping ge●sture, “Boodha, Buddhaha, Boodista Buddha ▓sahib keh bun

galow kéhdereh” T●he officer shivered and peered ▓nervously about him, like one convince▓d of the white man’s power over h▓obgoblins.As we turned away, however, he u●ttered a triumpha

nt shout and dashed off into ▓the forest.A moment later the● sound of human voices came to us from t●he depth of the grove; a light flashe●d through the trees, swung to● and fro as it advan

ced; and out of the woods, ▓a lantern high above their heads, strod●e three yellow-robed figures. “Bless me!” ●cried the tallest, in stentorian tones,  癜It’s the’ Americans! Where in