CHAPTER IV 



THE ROAD TO CHACOTI 



A FINGER-POST flies past on my right. Too late ! 

 We have already passed it ! My thoughts only can 

 branch off to Abbotabad. 



There, at the present moment, lives one of the 

 best people in the world. 



Dear old Lucas, how I should love to have 

 another look at your good, honest, true face ! 

 Who is there in Northern India who does not know 

 Major Lucas of " the 5th Gourkhas, the general 

 favourite of the Anglo-Indian soldiery ? 



Suddenly the carriage stops with a jolt. We 

 have got to Kohala, where, in the narrower sense, we 

 now leave British dominions. On the opposite 

 bank of the Jhelum lies Cashmere. A large bridge 

 of modern construction enables us to cross. Eng- 

 lish iron, iron England, how otherwise should we be 

 able to reach the other side of the rushing stream ? 

 All the more proudly do the Cashmere officials 

 collect the road-toll on their side. 



" Why twice as much as before ? " 



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