CHAPTER X. 



Dholpur— Visit to the Maharaja— The Raja of Feridkot— Hospitality in 

 the East— The Maharaja as a sportsman— Dholpur the Leicester- 

 shire of India— A day's shooting— A pig-sticking experience— The 

 Maharaja's stable and kennels — The old palace and city — A tye- 

 khana— Black buck— The Maharaja's new house— Argot of the 

 " Pink 'un " — The old fort — Agra jail— A model prison — The Secun- 

 dra Bagh— The Taj— A dream that might become a nightmare— A 

 dear little room — Jehangir's palace— Aligarh and its associations — A 

 native dog-fancier— En route to Muttra — An antelope's sagacity — 

 Duck's liver — A slight misunderstanding — After antelope — The 

 black buck — The richest man in India. 



We left early this morning, and arrived at Dholpur at 

 4 p.m., after an uninteresting journey through a country 

 as flat as a billiard table, without a hill or even 

 mound as far as the eye could see. On the platform 

 at Dholpur were drawn up a guard of honour and 

 military band, which struck up " God Save the Queen " 

 as the train stopped. Naturally this honour was not 

 intended for us, and we hear that the son of the Raja 

 of Feridkot is a passenger by our train, and also on a 

 visit to Dholpur. The Maharaja of Dholpur's English 

 private secretary met us at the station and drove us to 

 his house, where we are to stay, as the Feridkot Raja 



