25th May 1898 :
Wanderings with Swamiji,
He went. It was Wednesday. And on Saturday he came back. He had been in the silence of the forests ten hours each day, but on returning to his tent in the evenings he had been surrounded with so much eager attendance as to break the mood, and he had fled. Yet he was radiant. He had discovered in himself the old time Sannyasin, able to go barefoot and endure heat, cold and scanty fare, unspoilt by the West.
He went. It was Wednesday. And on Saturday he came back. He had been in the silence of the forests ten hours each day, but on returning to his tent in the evenings he had been surrounded with so much eager attendance as to break the mood, and he had fled. Yet he was radiant. He had discovered in himself the old time Sannyasin, able to go barefoot and endure heat, cold and scanty fare, unspoilt by the West.
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