The stream, the wind, the fire, are all called into hie service, and lest these may not be sufficient he climbs to the mountain top and thereupon build a cairn or stone mound, and in the top fixes bun-die of Brushwood on which he hangs innumerable little flags.
And whiler saying his own prayers he is not altogether forgetful of others. Somewhere down deep that mysterious heart of this wild, untamed, uncouth highway robber, there hides spark of sympathy for brothers in distress. The aky is covered with heavy rolling stormy clouds, showering their white snowy oryatals lavishly on the mountains, the wind howie and whistles among the crevices, the mountain slopes are rough, lippery and steep, but yonder is the fierce, untameable nomad in the face of the wind and driving snow and the burden of the rarefied air bravely ascending to the tov of the mountain.
It Wishes wore Horses.
What is his aim? What are jis thought! Tucked away in hi becom he haa hundreds of little pieces of paper, on each of which is stamped s horse. Theeo are called "paper horses" which he has purchased from priest and in these Tie bie hope, the virtue of these canso him to face the terrible storm.
"Who knows," says he to himself, "but at this time away among those mountains or in the deep valleys some poor fellow countrymen, pil-ims they may be, are caught in ttonm for away from the abode of man, pushing head against odds, till weary and exhausted they halt by the wayside unable to pro-coed further."
So he presses on till, be reaches the mountain top, then taking his precious bundle of paper horses from his bosom holds them in his outstretched hand till s violent gust of wind comes along, when he lete them go into the air, then utters his prayer to the Great Compassionate One that he will use exhausted storm stayed travellers, cause them to alight at their feet and turn them by hie great power into living horees—eo that the hopeless ed. pilgrim may take hope again ey mounting the steed, which will carry him to an ark of safety.
Yes, the Tibetan often says his prayers and I have had borne in upon me this year again that say-life. In May, whilst I was residing in the home of a Living Buddha priests were gathered there for a week of special prayer. In June at another Lamasery which I visited they had just finished a month of special prayer.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.