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RIFLE AND SPEAR WITH THE RAJPOOTS. 



has observed about India that everything has its own 

 particular smell — flowers excepted ; and he is right. 



The rain was evidently over, and we were glad to get 

 back to our tents, which are pitched about half a mile off, 

 in a charming spot surrounded by trees. The town we 

 have just left, nestling at the foot of its hill, makes a 

 picturesque background, and its little white houses look 



'OUR CAMP IS NEAK A LARGE WELL. 



quite clean and pretty. " Distance lends enchantment 

 to the view," and to the smell also. 



Our camp is near a large well, and all day long streams 

 of women, boys, and donkeys come for water. The 

 bheestie seems an admirer of le beau sexe, and passes 

 great part of his time filling their earthenware water- 

 jars. Just beyond, the drainage of the well forms a 



