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above all, a real fire-place, give it a most cosy 

 air and I have known a bright fire in that 

 altitude, 4500 feet, to be decidedly comfortable. 



Palm Sunday found me attending the lovely 

 little church — a village church in miniature — 

 standing alone at the head of a mountain gorge, 

 in the midst of a small but very well kept 

 churchyard. Sad, sad was the inscription on 

 many a white cross ; young lives cut off in their 

 prime resting here so far away from all who 

 loved them ; but, barring the width of the ocean 

 between them and the graves of their forefathers, 

 no sweeter spot could be found to rest in. Still 

 one thinks with pity of the last hours spent 

 amongst strangers, and of mothers at home 

 wearying for one farewell look. 



Hatton, and the village of Dikoya, both 

 contain long streets of native shops, and a few 

 European warehouses, in which a little of 

 everything is sold. Both these places are on 

 the direct route for pilgrims to Adam's Peak, 

 and at certain seasons of the year, troops of 

 weary men and women may be met along the 

 road returning from this, to them, sacred spot. 



On the other side of Hatton, where I have 

 also spent happy days at a friend's house, is 

 Ambagamuwa, which rejoices in the reputation 

 of being one of the wettest districts in Ceylon, 

 where the average rainfall is 199 inches 

 annually, falling on 233 days, and where 9.92 



