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Although India is a land of walkers, there is no sound of footfalls. Most of the feet arebare and all are silent: dark strangers overtake one like ghosts.Both in the cities and the country some one is always walking. There are carts andmotorcars, and on the roads about Delhi a curious service of camel omnibuses, but most ofthe people walk, and they walk ever. In the bazaars they walk in their thousands; on thelong, dusty roads, miles from anywhere, there are always a few, approaching or receding.It is odd that the only occasion on which Indians break from their walk into a run or atrot is when they are bearers at a funeral, or have an unusually heavy head-load, or carry apiano. Why there is so much piano-carrying in Calcutta I cannot say, but the streets (as Ifeel now) have no commoner spectacle than six or eight merry, half-naked fellows, trottingalong, laughing and jesting under their burden, all with an odd, swinging movement of thearms.