CHAPTER I 

 PIG-STICKING 



Not see ? because of night, perhaps ? why, day 

 Came back again for that ! before it left, 

 The dying sunset kindled through a cleft : 

 The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay, 

 Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay, 

 " Now stab and end the creature to the heft ! " 



ROBERT BROWNING. 



IT would be absurd to describe the journey out to 

 India ; as well might one launch forth into 

 impressions of Piccadilly from a hansom, since half 

 society has already been bored by the voyage to the 

 East, and the remaining half still more bored by reading 

 accounts of the same. Suffice it to say, that we shook 

 the dust of the P. & O. Egypt off our feet on 

 January I4th, and landed in Bombay, in India, with 

 its two hundred and eighty millions of inhabitants, 

 and its area of one and a half million of square miles. 

 " The Land of Regrets is a country to visit, but 

 not to live in ; parts of it, from a shooting point of 

 view, are of course Paradise it is all of it more or less 

 interesting to see, the hills are full of fine scenery, 

 and if a tour there includes Kashmir, the traveller's 

 cup will not be an empty one. But India in the hot 



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