6 THE OUT-STATION; OR, 



their propriety by paying them an angel's visit, yet it 

 is seldom that they intrude upon the ground where 

 their unceasing persecutor, man, has left his foot- 

 mark. 



Leaving the plain, and passing through three or 

 four miles of forest, the most magnificent panorama 

 of explored creation bursts suddenly upon the view ; 

 plain, precipice, mountains, torrents, lying before, 

 below, and around, as far as mortal eye can pene- 

 trate. 



In front, stretch the never-ending plains around 

 Wilson Bungalow (built by General Sir John Wilson, 

 from whom it derives its appellation), the walls of 

 which one can just perceive, glittering like a white 

 speck on the face of ocean. The vast plains around, 

 where many a " tantivy" has cheered on a pack of 

 English stag-hounds, having been the scene of some 

 of the happiest days of the exiled fox-hunter. 



The waters of the Megaloia are roaring in the dis- 

 tance, whilst the hills, covered to their very apex 

 with apparently impermeable foliage, become a source 

 of wonderment and speculation as to how many hun- 

 dreds of hogs, deer, elephants, monkeys, snakes, and 

 buffaloes, their branches may shelter. 



Groves of guava-trees line our road, and few things 

 in life do I know more delicious than a morning's 

 amusement among this most exquisite fruit, whilst it 

 is yet cold from the night air. The flavour is that 

 of every fruit of an English garden concentrated to 



