and ilic Sources of ‘the Jumna and the Ganges. 
sheds constructed of wood, called Dhurm sullahs, built for the ac- 
commodation of pilgrims who resort here ; and there are many 
caves around, formed by overhanging stones, which yield shelter 
to those who cannot find accommodation in the sheds. 
The scene in which this holy place is situated, is w^orthy of 
the mysterious sanctity attributed to it, and the reverence with 
which it is regarded. We have not here the confined gloominess 
of Bhyram Gattee : the actual dread which cannot but be in- 
spired by the precipices and torrents and perils of the place, here 
gives way to a sensation of awe, imposing but not embarrassing, 
that might be compared to the dark and dangerous pass to the 
' centre of the ruins of a former world ; for most truly there is 
little here that recalls the recollection of that which we seem to 
have quitted. The bare and peaked cliffs which shoot to the 
skies, yield not in ruggedness and elevation to any that we have 
seen : the ruins lie in wild chaotic masses at their feet, and 
scantier wood imperfectly relieves their nakedness ; even the 
dark pine more rarely roots itself in the deep chasms which 
time has worn. Thus on all sides is the prospect closed, ex- 
cept in front to the eastward ; where, from behind a mass of 
bare spires, four huge lofty snowy peaks arise : these are the 
peaks of Roodroo-Himala. There could be no finer hiiishing — 
no grander close to such a scene. 
We approach it through a labyrinth of enormous shapeless 
masses of granite, which during ages have fallen from the cliffs 
above, that frown over the very temple, and, in all probability, 
will some day themselves descend in ruins and crush it. Round 
the enclosure, and among these masses, for some distance up the 
mountains, a few fine old pine-trees throw a dark shade, and 
form a magnificent fbl’e-ground ; while the river runs impe- 
tuously in its shingly bed, and the stifled but fearful sound of 
the stones which it rolls along with it, crushing together, mixes 
u ith the roar of its water. 
“ It is easy to write of rocks and wilds, of torrents and pre- 
cipices ; it is easy to tell of the awe such scenes inspire : But 
it is not so simple, to many surely not very possible, to convey 
an adequate idea of the stern and rugged majesty of some 
scenes ; to paint their lonely desertness, or describe the unde- 
fincable sensation of reverence and dread that steals over the 
