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but from the road between Junaghar and Jaitpore 

 it is seen laterally as an immense mountain mass, 

 having six separate sharp peaks, rising from a base 

 that is itself about 3000 feet high, and affording 

 ample room for any pilgrim to kill himself by climb- 

 ing, or by throwing himself over precipices as formerly 

 was sometimes done. I not only went up this moun- 

 tain, but stayed upon it for a week, sleeping usually 

 where the Jain temples are, not far from the summit 

 of the first peak. The Ji'maghar Durbar did every- 

 thing to assist me in this, and, otherwise, it would 

 have been difficult to have remained even a night 

 on Girnar. They placed at my disposal a number 

 of dooly bearers to carry me up the mountain and 

 upon it ; and they also attached to me (for reasons 

 of their own) a clever young Brahman, who spoke 

 English, and had remarkably prominent linguistic 

 eyes. This gentleman's name was Muggenlal Trikomji 

 Boosch ; but I usually called him the Man of Plea- 

 sure, from the meaning of Muggenlal, and because 

 there was no pleasure in his life, he being naturally 

 of a most serious turn of character, and my visit 

 causing him a great deal of overwork and constant 

 anxiety of mind. They also gave me quite another 

 sort of man, a general attendant, called Kooshal, Avho 

 was to look after my supplies and comfort in general. 

 This was an invaluable person, and he looked as if 

 he had just stepped out of the Arabian Nights. He 

 had two eyes, but one of them was so large, promi- 



