REMINISCENCES OF JUNGLYPUR 243 



From the carriage window, as the train creeps across the 

 rich level plains of one of India's most fertile provinces, 

 can be seen, flung along the horizon like some purple 

 silken drapery, the distant line of the hills that look down 

 on little Junglypur and the country which gave us many 

 a happy day's sport. Last time I passed that way my eye 

 rested with many pleasant memories on their highest point, 

 that I knew lay close to the little cantonment where, but 

 for the game it afforded, I should have spent the dullest 

 days of my life. 



