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follows the Afghan with a dark-blue scarf cast 

 over his breast, his long black hair falling in 

 masses on his shoulders, his olive cheek tinted 

 by the mountain breeze, and his eye full of fire 

 and resolution. We have also the Seyud of 

 Peshin in his goat's-hair cloak, the fair Herati, 

 the merchant of Candahar, in flowing garments 

 and many-coloured turban ; the tall Pathan 

 with heavy sword and mien calculated to court 

 offence, while among the rest is the filthy Sind- 

 hian, and the small, miserable-looking, cringing 

 Hindoo, owning perhaps lakhs in the neigh- 

 bouring streets, but fearing the exactions of the 

 Ameers. These present a fair sample of the 

 groups who crowed the principal street of Shi- 

 karpoor ; but we miss the wild Belooch, with his 

 plaited hair and ponderous turban, his sword, 

 matchlock, and high-bred mare ; but the free- 

 booter of the desert likes not cities, and is rarely 

 seen in them." 



Here is a very accurate picture of the Shikar- 

 poor bazaar, the merchants of which city are as 

 noted for their active, business-like habits, as 

 their ladies are for beauty and freedom of man- 

 ners; indeed the Hindoos of the other great towns 

 give them credit for something more ; so much 



