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and myself the opportunity of seeing a very old 

 Hindu Temple, just outside the village of 

 Galmadua, situated four or five miles from 

 Kandy. They arranged to have tea in the 

 Temple enclosure, so one very hot afternoon, 

 having rendezvoused at the nearest bungalow, 

 we all sallied forth to Galmadua ; some in smart 

 dog-carts, some on horseback, and some in 

 comfortable, shaded bullock hackerys, a box 

 containing the good things, and a large kettle 

 tied under the principal hackery, were sug- 

 gestive of the object in hand. All the guests 

 were attended by their horsekeepers, each 

 wearing the distinctive colours of his master. 



Our drive was for the most part over rocky, 

 narrow roads bordered with cocoa and coffee 

 bushes, and shaded by cocoanut and areca 

 palms, whilst through the slender stems we had 

 glimpses on all sides of fine mountain ranges, 

 pearly grey, and violet in the already waning 

 afternoon sunshine. After about a couple of 

 miles we reached a grassy enclosure or com- 

 pound, well shaded by cocoanut palms. The 

 centre was occupied by the Hindu Temple we 

 had come to see, a square building of grey 

 stone, five stories high ; each storey somewhat 

 smaller than the one below, until the last 

 tapered to a point. The lowest must, I think, 

 originally have been a cloister, as it projects 

 beyond the main building, and consisted of 



