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(earthen pots) of Ganges water,* which we taxed them 

 with having taken from some tank on the road, and 

 which at last they avowed. 



When it grew dark we lighted our lamp, and chess 

 and Icarte served to pass away the time until we grew 

 sleepy, when we rolled ourselves in the coverlids, and 

 were soon in the arms of Morpheus. 



About 2 A.M. we were awoke by the flashing of 

 torches and the sound of voices, and found our- 

 selves halted in front of the Travellers' Bungalow at 

 Totteyum, surrounded by our people, who had arrived 

 the evening before. After hastily swallowing a cup 

 of coffee, and lighting cheroots, fresh bullocks were 

 yoked, and we were soon again en route, surrounded by 

 the gang, our tents and baggage having gone on before. 



At about 8 A.M. we arrived at the Travellers' Bun- 

 galow of Namkul (distance twenty miles), where we 

 found our servants, a bath, and breakfast awaiting us. 

 After having arranged these preliminaries to our satis- 

 faction, we strolled out with our guns, shot a few teal 

 and snipe under the bund or embankment of a tank, 

 and visited a fine old hill-fort, which is close to the 

 town, and which was built by the inhabitants in former 

 years as a refuge against the Mahratta hordes and 

 other predatory bands which then ravaged the country. 



* The water of the Ganges, being considered holy, is much 

 used by the Hindoos in the performance of their " caste ceremo- 

 nies," and is an article of commerce in the south of India. 



