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clamoured for the brush, which I at last induced the 

 purple velvet-headed whip to tear off with his hands, 

 as no one had a knife. It has since transpired the 

 jackal was a bagman. The brush I mean to cling 

 to in spite of its awful smell, which is a sort of 

 mixture of fox and onions, and our bearer was 

 anxious to pack it up (uncured) among David's clean 

 shirts, but was finally induced to put it in his own 

 clothes-box. 



"We left Umballa on the 4th February and went 

 down to Delhi for a night. From there we went to 

 Lucknow for the race week. Lord Roberts was 

 very nice, and on Sunday he took a big party of us 

 round the Residency and explained all about the 

 mutiny to us, and told us his own experiences at the 

 time. It was the most interesting thing I ever 

 heard, and such a chance hearing it from his own 

 lips. We left Lucknow on Sunday and came on 

 here to Cawnpore. We have settled to come home 

 on the Rome, which leaves Bombay on the 8th 

 April. Lord Roberts and his party are going on 

 her ; also Mrs. Gough and several other people we 

 have made friends with out here. So it ought to be 

 rather nice if it keeps calm. To-morrow we are 

 going out pig-sticking here ; the first meet of the 

 season. I expect we shall go on from here to 

 Benares on Sunday, and thence to Calcutta." 



On another occasion they went out on elephants. 



" Ours went perfectly wild and bolted off in all 

 directions, while every* one fled before us. It's bad 



