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being on the high road from Jessulmeer to 

 Shikarpoor, and the traffic very great between 

 those cities, long strings of camels are at all 

 houi's to be seen waiting for a passage across 

 the river, which at best is a very troublesome 

 and lengthy business. Such a string of camels 

 did we on first visiting Roree find calmly seated 

 on the sand, not very far from the island of 

 Satee, and not knowing the way to tlie town 

 we followed a stream of Bunneeahs, or native 

 dealers, some three or four respectable-looking 

 Mahomedans, and a bevy of Kunchunnees [danc- 

 ing girls] with their attendant musicians, and 

 trudged across the ancle-deep sand to the steep 

 ascent to the town of Roree, a very ancient 

 place, standing on a rocky height overlooking 

 the Indus. 



On inquiry for the house of Kazee Jan 

 Mahomed, one of the Meer's most trusted 

 servants, we were conducted up and down a 

 number of very intricate, steep, and narrow 

 streets, or rather lanes, which led to the dwell- 

 ing of that well-known individual. Some of 

 these thoroughfares were so narrow, that w^e 

 could scarcely find space to pass some rather 

 vicious-looking shc-bufiidocs whom we met on 



