10 TO SIRINUGGUR. 



vapours in themselves beautifying the landscape b'y their 

 varied and many-tinted effects are dissipated by the sun. 



At the foot of the hill the path proceeds through ups 

 and downs of a more or less stony character, until you 

 descend into the valley of the Tooey, a fine rapid brawling 

 stream, in some places one hundred yards wide, but aver- 

 aging perhaps fifty : possessing some deep still pools, at 

 the turbulent entrances to which an angler would wager 

 good fish would be found, were there any in these waters. 

 Nor would he be far wrong. There are fish, and huge 

 ones, too, in those promising pools. Nor are they quite 

 insensible to the wiles of the crafty angler, who may with 

 moderate skill enjoy good sport along this river. But 

 here, as elsewhere, fish have their moods and whims, their 

 times and seasons, so that some practice and observation 

 are requisite. 



You cross this river, and some two hundred yards on 

 the ' baraduri ' is situated in the middle of a densely- 

 planted garden. Not liking its appearance thinking it 

 would, at least, be prolific of insects and of fever I went 

 on through the town of Nowshera, and, descending again 

 to the river, encamped under a ' tope ' of mulberry trees, 

 in a long grassy plain, lying between a range of hills of 

 moderate height and the river. There is little to notice 

 in Nowshera, a long street with the ordinary bazaar 

 shops, and, on the right-hand, a castellated gateway, 

 leading into an old serai, one of the series of Akbar, I 

 suppose. 



I tried fishing in the evening at a splendid looking pool, 

 very deep, in which the rushing waters bury themselves, 

 as it were, for a time, pausing ere they again pursue their 

 onward troubled course. This pool lies under a precipi- 

 tous cliff, just beneath the town ; it is of considerable 

 extent, and of unknown depth, and in its dark recesses 



