288 Indian Racing Reminiscences. 



jockey, and the native boy Jutton. After a wearisSme 

 journey of over 500 miles we left the railway, as it went 

 no further. Having inquired our way and started our 

 baGf£fa"^e carts and servants, the three of us mounted 

 the horses and pushed forward to the Ganges, which 

 was thirty miles distant, on the chance of obtaining 

 shelter somewhere. Towards evening we arrived in 

 sight of the river, and were rejoiced to see on the bank 

 a large indigo factory. As I rode up to the verandah in 

 front of the door, I was delighted to see Mr. Pope, an 

 old Tirhoot acquaintance of mine, in an easy-chair on 

 the lawn, having his evening pipe and " peg." He gave 

 me a cordial invitation to stay with him, which I accepted 

 with great pleasure. After a day or two's rest, Mr. Pope 

 took my party and the horses in his boat to our 

 destination, which was within a couple of hours' sail. 



Rampore Bcauleah is the civil station of an extensive 

 district in which there are many silk and indigo factories. 

 It is close to the Ganges, and consists of about a dozen 

 large, solidly-built houses, with a magnificent old man- 

 sion which formed the government residency during the 

 Dutch occupation many years ago. The station is 

 delightfully green, and pleasantly wooded. As a large 

 portion of the travelling in the district, especially during 



