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and then we did ample justice to the mulligatawny soup, 

 rump steaks, chops, fish, curries, phillows, chicken cutlets, 

 bottled beer, pegs, claret, and champagne that each 

 man's white-robed and turbaned kJiidmutgar, or native 

 servant, endeavoured to force on him. After eating and 

 drinking till we could hardly see, and telling stories of 

 marvel and wonder till we could barely articulate, we 

 one by one sought our respective rooms, laid down on 

 our couches under a punkah, and slept the sleep of the 

 wearied sportsman, until the lengthening shadows told 

 that the sun would soon allow us to turn out to play 

 again. Another bath, another dress, a cup of tea, or 

 perhaps a " peg," and then we sauntered out to the 

 stables to inspect our cattle, to " talk horse," and to 

 show what a lot we knew about that all-engrossing 

 subject. A few sets of lawn tennis, a scratch game of 

 cricket, a row or sail on the river, a drive, a stroll, or a 

 comfortable chair, with a box of cheroots and " the 

 materials," helped to relieve the tedium of life until 

 dinner, which was a joy for hours. A 'i<^\\ games of 

 billiards, a rubber of whist, or a round game wound up 

 the evening of a well-spent day. 



Mr. Webb is endeared to every one in Tirhoot by his 

 unaffected goodness of heart, kindly ways, and devotion 



