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arises from the ghee, expended in offerings, 

 being consumed in the sacred flame. The 

 combination of this smell, with the odour 

 arising from the steaming crowd of priests 

 and mendicants, and the dirty state of the 

 approaches to the shrine, render a speedy 

 retreat advisable as soon as curiosity is 

 satisfied. 



The Hindoo legend is, that Siva, finding 

 the fire in which Sati, his wife, had burned 

 herself, was likely to destroy the world, 

 buried it in the bowels of the mountam, from 

 which it strives to escape through the 

 accidental fissui-es in its sides. This act of 

 Sati's, was the root, from whence sprung the 

 dreadful practice, of Hindoo widows biu'ning 

 on their husbands' funeral piles. 



I slept as soundly all night in my im- 

 provised conveyance, as in an orthodox 

 palanqum, and awoke at six a.m., as I was 

 being carried into Kote Kangra. Sii* Charles 

 Napier asked me to breakfast, was exces- 

 sively kind, and gave me all the leave I 

 wished for, both for myself, and others. To 



