300 A Sportswoman in India 



upwards or sideways, kill and devour animals double 

 the size of its head, without arms or talons or feet. 



But I have lingered long enough over one of India's 

 oldest inhabitants, and, interesting though they are, 

 deeply as the subject impresses itself upon one's notice 

 during a stay in the East, we have paid sufficient 

 attention and respect due unto its name, and must 

 return to our own travels. 



Leaving Mian Mir at 5 p.m. on October 22nd, 

 General Sir George Wolseley, B., and myself went 

 off by train to Delhi en route for the south of India. 

 We left in the evening, had breakfast at some station 

 on the way next morning, and arrived about 10.30 a.m. 

 We drove straight to Laurie's Hotel, where we found 

 letters waiting for us, and a comfortable set of rooms. 

 Having tubbed, and got through some writing and 

 reading, we set out in a carriage, for the hottest part of 

 the day was nearly over. Laurie's Hotel lies outside 

 the city, and all the morning I had been looking at 

 the great stone walls and the gates, picturing Delhi on 

 that memorable day in May only forty-four years ago. 



Walking through those very streets which were 

 once crowded with an infuriated, fanatical Eastern mob, 

 and stained with our own countrymen's blood, one 

 meets many an old, wizened native, and looking at 

 them one feels, " that very man probably saw it all " ; 

 that in those Mutiny days he may have stood by at 

 the butchery of our ancestors and our friends. Most 

 of us have heard at one time or another of con- 

 nections of Mr. Fraser (the Commissioner), of 



