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_Thanda lohā garam lohe ko marta hai_ (Cold iron will cut hot iron).
AT the next halt I fell into Scotland-blocks and blocks of it-a world of / precise-spoken, thin-lipped men, with keen eyes. They gave me directions / which led by friendly stages to the heart of another work of creation / and a huge drill-shed where the miniature rifles were busy. Few things / are duller than Morris-tube practice in the shed, unless it be judging / triangles of error against blank-walls. I thought of the military / policeman with the sore toe; for these ‘innocents' were visibly enjoying / both games. They sighted over the sand-bags with the gravity of / surveyors, while the instructors hurled knowledge at them like / sling-stones.