Flora Annie Webster Steel,
In the Permanent Way
“ Saraswati drew her veil tighter and sped faster as she passed through the more recent ashes, as yet uncovered, but swept into little heaps; and there--horrible sight!--still scattered, with the uncalcined bones gleaming in the moonlight, and a faint line of smoke still circling upwards, lay the most recent of all. That must be old Anant Ram, the khuttri (merchant) who had died that morning: an evil man, come to his end.She was trembling ere she reached the hut where Dhun Devi, the wise woman, kept watch and ward over the ashes. ”
