48 A COLLECTING TRIP 
leave for Delhi. Give my love to every one and write 
if you ever get a chance. 
Affectionately, 
Rosamond. 
Kaiser-1-Hind—Family Hotel. 
Jaipur, Rajputana, No. 7, 1906. 
Dear Mrs. Barbour : 
Every day is better than the last. We thought 
that Bombay was the place nearest to perfection on 
earth until we came here and now our views have 
changed. Our trip from Bombay to here was very 
dusty and dirty, but exceedingly interesting. The 
natives are so primitive in their way of living. Their 
houses consist of mud and are really not more than 
6x6, and, filthy dirty ! The women work a great deal 
harder than the men. We passed a great many of 
them ploughing in the fields. It seems very funny 
to drive out and pass trees full of monkeys. We have 
taken sixty or more photographs in all with good re- 
sults. To-day a trick man came around and such won- 
derful tricks as he performed ! He planted a mango 
seed and we saw it grow into a tree. Then he charmed 
tne cobras and, the worst trick of all, he stuck a sharp 
knife right through a boy’s neck. I really saw this 
and was not hypnotized. 
This afternoon we drove out to the Maharajah’s 
palace and, having obtained a special permission to 
walk about, we spent the afternoon strolling through 
his gardens and private halls and then we went 
through his stables. It was so interesting — every- 
thing and everybody is so totally different from any- 
thing I had ever imagined before. The Maharajah’s 
