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just as miserable, and the women and children 

 as poorly clad. 



Often in my rambles I stumbled upon poor, 

 emaciated women working like slaves in the 

 potatoe-patches. The too seductive vegetable 

 towards the end of August was fast losing its 

 bright green leaves under the incipient attack 

 of its old, fatal foe, and it quite saddened me to 

 hear the well-nigh broken-hearted replies to my 

 frequent questions about the state of the crop. 



Though I had some difficulty in making 

 known my inquiries, when they were understood, 

 they invariably received a courteous reply. 



Looking at the class of tourists in general, 

 I am afraid they do not leave behind a very 

 favourable impression on the natives. Bent 

 upon enjoying themselves, like butterflies in a 

 sunny Spring morning, they flit about, regardless 

 of much beyond the prime object in view ; and 

 but too often oblivious of the fact that, charity 

 has no national or parochial boundary. 



Poor as the peasantry evidently are, not once 



