902 Journal of a trip through Kunawur. QNov. 



pugdundee, or village road across the brow of the hill, by the village 

 of Logo, where iron is procured, which is also a nearer route than by 

 the descent to Kaypoo. A walk of about three miles and a half brought 

 me gradually down to the Sutledge, where the thermometer which at 

 Kotgurh at sunrise stood at 54°, now rose at ten o'clock a.m. to 98°; 

 this sudden change of climate from temperate to torrid was by no means 

 an agreeable transition to a pedestrian traveller, with more than half 

 his march still before him. Passing the village of Neert or Neertnug- 

 gur, a few miles farther on brought me toDutnuggur, and the end of 

 my day's journey, right glad to seek a rest and a shelter from the 

 burning sun, beneath the grateful shade of a large burgut tree. 



The presence of this beautiful tree is of itself sufficient to stamp the 

 character of the climate of Dutnuggur, and looking around we find 

 along with it the peepul, the bukkine, the pomegranate, and the plantain, 

 with many shrubs abundant in the hot provinces of India. All these, 

 with the exception of the burgut, are indigenous to the soil, but that 

 noble tree was long since brought from the plains by some traveller 

 now many years dead and gone, and the date even of its arrival is 

 now alike forgotten with the name of him who brought it. 



Beneath the shade of its spreading branches I pitched my tent, and 

 amused myself until the arrival of my baggage, with watching the 

 parrots and minas as they threw down in showers the red fruit with 

 which the tree was loaded ; even in this delightful shelter the thermo- 

 meter stood at 92°, while in the sun it rose to 120° at 12 o'clock. 



Those who have figured to themselves the valley of the Sutledge to 

 consist of a large river winding beautifully through a broad and fertile 

 vale, well cultivated and studded with habitations and villages, will 

 feel a degree of disappointment and surprise, on finding it in reali- 

 ty to be no more than a steep and rugged mountain glen of unusual 

 grandeur, with a broad and rapid torrent roaring and foaming as it 

 rushes impetuously along the bottom over the fragments of rock, which 

 everywhere strew its bed, causing its waters to curl and rise in waves, 

 which hurl the white spray on high, and give to the surface of the 

 stream the appearance of a ruffled sea. 



Broad and fertile valley there is none, but in its place are frowning 

 hills rising high on either side from the water's edge, clothed, and that 

 scantily, with tufts of grass and shrubs, while near their ragged crests 

 are scattered dark groves of bristling pines, giving to the scene an air of 

 stern and bold magnificence, which cannot fail to impress the travel- 

 ler with an idea that some vast and more than usual agent has been 

 the means of stamping the landscape with unwonted grandeurs. 



