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dead. Part of my bullet, a little ,'450, was found in his 

 body, so I had the satisfaction of knowing that I really had 

 not missed. 



The Eaja now took us to see the hospital and schools. 

 They are very clean and well-kept ; the former under the 

 superintendence of an extremely clever native doctor, who 

 spoke English well. He told me that last year nearly 

 14,000 cases were treated, and they are now adding a new 

 ward. 



Chamba is really a model town, so compact and pretty, 

 with every public building and institution perfect after 

 its kind. The Maharaja takes the keenest interest in every 

 detail of his State, and spends all his income in improve- 

 ments. This is not generally the case with the modern 

 English-educated native prince, who more often squanders 

 his revenue in the amusements of our own jeunesse doree, 

 or at best leaves his State to look after itself, while he 

 hurries from one to another of the European pleasure 

 resorts. I was told of one Indian Eaja, ruling an im- 

 portant country, who begged the English Government 

 to take over his Principality, and free him from the cares 

 of State. All he asked was a fitting allowance, and the 

 liberty to go where he pleased. Naturally he only ob- 

 tained a paternal wigging from the Viceroy, and a re- 

 minder that he must fulfil the duties of the high position 

 in which it had pleased Providence to place him. 



