The murmur soon became more distinct；it now seemed like a distant concert of human voices accompanied by brass instruments.Passepartout was all eyes and ears.Mr Fogg patiently waited without a word.The Parsee jumped to the ground，fastened the elephant to a tree，and plunged into the thicket.He soon returned，saying.
A procession of Brahmins is coming this way.We must prevent their seeing us，if possible.
The guide unloosed the elephant and led him into a thicket，at the same time asking the travellers not to stir.He held himself ready to bestride the animal at a moment's notice，should flight become necessary；but he evidently thought that the procession of the faithful would pass without perceiving them amid the thick foliage，in which they were wholly concealed.
The discordant tones of the voices and instruments drew nearer，and now droning songs mingled with the sound of the tambourines and cymbals.The head of the procession soon appeared beneath the trees，a hundred paces away；and the strange figures who performed the religious ceremony were easily distinguished through the branches.First came the priests，with mitres on their heads，and clothed in long lace robes.They were surrounded by men，women，and children，who sang a kind of lugubrious psalm，interrupted at regular intervals by the tambourines and cymbals；while behind them was drawn a car with large wheels，the spokes of which represented serpents entwined with each other.Upon the car，which was drawn by four richly caparisoned zebus stood a hideous statue with four arms，the body coloured a dull red，with haggard eyes，dishevelled hair，protruding tongue，and lips tinted with betel.It stood upright upon the figure of a prostrate and headless giant.
Sir Francis，recognizing the statue，whispered，The goddess Kali；the goddess of love and death.
Of death，perhaps，muttered back Passepartout，but of love-that ugly old hag？Never！
The Parsee made a motion to keep silence.
A group of old fakirs were capering and ****** a wild ado round the statue；te were striped with ochre，and covered with cuts whence their blood issued drop by drop-stupid fanatics，who，in the great Indian ceremonies，still throw themselves under the wheels of Juggernaut.Some Brahmins，clad in all the sumptuousness of Oriental apparel，and leading a woman who faltered at every step，followed.This woman was young，and as fair as a European.Her head and neck，shoulders，ears，arms，hands and toes，were loaded down with jewels and gems，-with bracelets，earrings，and rings；while a tunic bordered with gold，and covered with a light muslin robe，betrayed the outline of her form.
