CHAPTER VIII. 



Kalar Kahar — A pretty bungalow — A lake adventure — Stalking the 

 oorial — Halal — A Mahometan armoury — Santan and the ayah— 

 Maira — A bargain in mutton — An oorial on " sentry go " — The 

 " patient " camel — We reach Pail — A deluge in a hill tent — A native 

 house — A plague of hornets — All hands to the " pumps " — A native 

 village — The polite Lumbardar — The Indian washerman. 



Wednesday. Kalar Kahar. — This is a pretty little 

 bungalow in the midst of a garden planted with fruit 

 trees, and surrounded on all sides by groves and avenues 

 of bananas. Fifty feet below lies a large lake, black with 

 wild fowl, and here and there a white streak which marks 

 a flock of flamingoes. At times, frightened at something, 

 myriads of duck rise with a noise like the distant rushing 

 of a mighty wind. 



In the garden and on the edge of the hill is a large 

 rock ; its top levelled to a small platform reached by 

 steps hewn out of the solid stone. Tradition says this was 

 done by order of the Emperor Baber, who also caused 

 the trees to be planted and the garden made. On this 

 rock he used to sit at evening and admire the landscape. 

 The view is pretty, but nothing extraordinary ; and in 



