He saw no choice but to go.
I returned to Ranchi a few days later. When I heard how Kashi had
been removed, I entrained at once for Calcutta. There I engaged a
horse cab. Very strangely, as the vehicle passed beyond the Howrah
bridge over the Ganges, I beheld Kashi's father and other relatives
in mourning clothes. Shouting to my driver to stop, I rushed out
and glared at the unfortunate father.
"Mr. Murderer," I cried somewhat unreasonably, "you have killed my
boy!"
The father had already realized the wrong he had done in forcibly
bringing Kashi to Calcutta. During the few days the boy had been
there, he had eaten contaminated food, contracted cholera, and
passed on.
My love for Kashi, and the pledge to find him after death, night and
day haunted me. No matter where I went, his face loomed up before
me. I began a memorable search for him, even as long ago I had
searched for my lost mother.
[Illustration: Kashi, lost and rediscovered--see kashi.jpg]
[Illustration: My brother Bishnu; Motilal Mukherji of Serampore, a
highly advanced disciple of Sri Yukteswar; my father; Mr. Wright;
myself; Tulsi Narayan Bose; Swami Satyananda of Ranchi--see
bishnu.jpg]
[Illustration: A group of delegates to the 1920 International
Congress of Religious Liberals at Boston, where I gave my maiden
speech in America. (Left to Right) Rev. Clay MacCauley, Rev. T.
Rhondda Williams, Prof. S. Ushigasaki, Rev.
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