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Picking Tea 



ernment rest-house at Nalanda, in a com- 

 pound shaded by enormous tamarind 

 trees, marked the end of tlie hill country. 

 After that was only the flat plain, cov- 

 ered with jungle, the white road running 



between a double wall of uninteresting 

 foliage and underbrush, as monotonous 

 as anything in Illinois. Nothing tropical 

 appeared save the millions of butterflies 

 that fluttered over the road, and the gor- 



