Reminiscences of Jungly pur. 161 



But all this is over now, for Junglypur is numbered 

 with those deserted camps scattered about India, where a 

 few grass-grown plinths, a row or two of once grateful trees, 

 and a forsaken cemetery mark the mournful spot where a 

 colony of the ruling race once lived and died and had its 

 day. 



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 station, 

 where, but for the game it afforded, I should have spent 

 the dullest days of my life. 



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