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DILLY. 
By streets lined with trees you pass on right 
and left the hospital, the fort, the prison, the 
pretty church, the Government offices, the cus- 
tom-house, and here and there dwellings of the 
Europeans and the wealthiest natives. On these 
merge the shops of the prosperous Chinese and 
Arab traders, whose adaptability to any climate 
permits them fair health even in Dilly, and 
round whose neat dwellings the graceful vine 
thrives on arched trellises. Coteries of native 
huts dot the environs, and there is a village for 
the Indians from Goa, who have gradually found 
their way here in the intercourse of this depend- 
ency of Portugal with its possession on the coast 
of India ; while another in an opposite direction 
is specially for the improvident rollicking sons 
of Africa, who, in service of their masters, or 
perhaps in banishment, rear their descendants 
and end their days far from the shores of their 
native Mozambique. 
The roads, except just within the town, are 
unfit to be driven over, broken bridges and the 
devastations of floods rendering this mode of 
passage out of the question. The Timor ponies 
are very fleet, but very naughty, and evidently 
consider a carriage behind them an indignity to 
be resented by the most intractable behaviour. 
