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have exceeded their individual and collective 

 kindness, and my visit to Bombay will ever remain 

 one of the brightest and happiest events of my 

 Indian career. I was the guest of charming hosts, 

 Mr. and Mrs. Monteath. 



On my way to Bombay I passed Gwalior. I 

 do not think I have ever seen anything finer than 

 the appearance it presents from the railway. It 

 is a large town and fort perched on the top of a 

 high rock, and reminded me somewhat of a gi/ antic 

 Belvoir castle. I had not travelled through India 

 during the rains before and was much struck by 

 the un-Indian look of the whole country. Instead 

 of parched, dusty districts, the whole country 

 was green and well watered; in fact, the whole of 

 Bombay reminded me more of Hertfordshire in a 

 fine late spring than anything else. 



On my return journey I stopped at Jaipur, 

 my object being to visit Amber, the old capital 

 of the State, which is one of the most beautiful 

 and interesting cities in India. I visited the small 

 temple, where a goat is daily offered as the 

 substitute for the human being who, in bygone 

 days, was every morning sacrificed to the god 

 Kali. I did the whole thing in a day, but it 

 was very tiring. There were alternations of 

 torrential rain-storms and roasting sun, and most 

 of the road had to be covered on an elephant. 

 Personally I can stand the jolting of an elephant 

 very well, but there is no doubt that to climb 

 up or down a very steep hill on an elephant is 

 the most fatiguing exercise thai anyone can indulge 

 in. I am able, however, to recommend the process 

 as a first-class*cure*for dyspepsia. I only stopped 



