GENERAL SIR JOCELYN WODEHOUSE 9 



Murree forms an enormous barrackopolis, a 

 gigantic town of tents, during the months of April 

 and June. Military accoutrements parade about 

 with a martial step. The fair sex seem to be in the 

 ascendant to judge by the hats ! And to what an 

 enormous size do the latter grow in this bracing 

 climate ! They take the leading place in Murree, 

 strolling proudly through the streets and carrying 

 their triumphs from one playground to the other, 

 only being sometimes thrown into the shade by the 

 flying balls. 



Sunset, glowing and fiery, alone has the power to 

 put an end to the game, to banish the most glorious 

 hat, and to call all to rest. After dinner come dancing, 

 theatricals, music, or bridge, or one sits by the fire 

 and fancies oneself at home and talks about coming 

 leave. I am privileged to warm myself for one 

 evening at the friendly hearth of the commanding 

 general, Sir Jocelyn Wodehouse, and Lady Wode- 

 house, and to admire Armine, their son and heir. 

 Master Armine is an old acquaintance of mine, for 

 he had just been born when, during my last stay 

 in India, I was fortunate enough to enjoy the kind 

 hospitality of his parents. 



" The Terrace " is the name of the official residence 

 of the general in command at Murree. I shall 

 never forget the wonderful view one had from here 

 looking towards the towering white peaks of the 

 Himalayas. They seem to be so near, those 



