"Oft have I said, I say it once more, I, a wanderer, do not stray from myself; I am a kind of parrot; the mirror is holden to me; What the Eternal says, I, stammering, say again." CONTENTS LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS   PROLOGUE It was a hot midsummer's day; X and I sat on the long grass under an apple-tree: she had a map of Asia and I had a Murray's Handbook. We were about to travel together in the East. X was going primarily in search of health; but she had studied comparative religions and was prepa