CAWNPOHE. 45 



Having left Jubbulpore in the evening by express 

 train, I got to Allahabad just before sunrise, which 

 was very brilliant by the time I reached the spot, 

 about quarter of a mile from the city, where the 

 Jumna joins the holy river Ganges, and within their 

 embrace rises the famous Fort, holding a commanding 

 position. I need hardly add that the old custom of 

 devotees drowning themselves in the sacred stream at 

 the great annual festival is no more permitted — in 

 fact, has ceased to exist since the commencement of 

 the century, when the district was finally ceded to 

 the British. The country around is flat and fertile, 

 covered with the cotton plant as far as the eye can 

 reach. 



Hence to Cawnpore is little more than a hundred 

 miles, and there being three trains daily at convenient 

 intervals, one can always manage to escape the hottest 

 part of the day. The entire distance, by the way, 

 between Calcutta and Lahore, having now reached 

 a spot about midway, is 1,367 miles, and that between 

 Calcutta and Bombay 1,480 miles, or about as far as 

 London is from Gibraltar. 



There hangs so sad a memory over Cawnpore, an 

 indelible blot, nay curse, upon the authors of the 

 fearful massacre of 1857, that one does not care to 



