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During the last week I have been visiting in 

 one of those hospitable houses which are 

 scattered everywhere amongst the planting 

 districts of Ceylon. Whatever accusations may 

 be brought against Ceylon planters and their 

 families, lack of hospitality cannot be one. 

 The Biblical injunction to entertain strangers 

 is carried out to the fullest extent. So kindly 

 and sympathetic are the hosts and hostesses 

 that in a few days, acquaintanceship ripens into 

 friendship, and, as far as I am concerned, I can 

 say with truth that some of the pleasantest 

 memories of my life will be of those happy days 

 spent in the homes of people whom I now count 

 as friends, but who, a few short years ago were 

 unknown to me even by name. 



My last visit has been paid in the mountains 

 of East Matale, the bungalow where I stayed 

 is at an elevation of 2500 feet, but the highest 

 point of the Estate is more than 1000 feet higher. 

 The cool nights and breezy mornings, and 

 evenings, made a refreshing change from the 

 lower elevation and warmer climate of Dumbera. 

 Let me try and describe the surroundings; a 

 semicircle of mountains open only to the west, 

 where throughgaps in a mountain chain glimpses 

 are caught of the great plain, where the 

 wonderful ruins of the ancient city of Anarad- 

 hapura still stand, a monument of departed 

 grandeur. To the north and east the tops of 



