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JOURNAL OF THE ROYAL HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY. 
It was not far from here that I found one of the finest Habernaria 
1 have ever seen, and I at first thought it to be a newDisa. It grows 
2 to 8 feet high, having bold, broad foliage, with three or four 
flowers on a spike : the flowers are 8 to 3J inches across, creamy 
white to pure white petals on some varieties, wide, a ad of a fine 
incurved shape, the two side petals being beautifully pectinated; 
at first sight it is just like a Disa; it is not very common. Here 
near the rocks and little streams that trickle over the road are 
hundreds of magnificent butterflies, the curious leaf butterfly 
Machis, Papilio Paris, Apillyon, and many others abound; on 
some wet spots hundreds of small yellow butterflies hover round. 
Here, too, is the home of the “Lungoor,” or the “Hunamon,” of 
the Hindoos, a very handsome black-faced monkey. I will digress 
and give you a tale. The natives say that “ when the god 
Hunamon went to Ceylon to rescue the wife of Ram Chunder (the 
beautiful Sita), he was caught by the fiends there and enclosed 
in a net, a very sacred one that could not be burnt. (Of course 
Hunamon could not burn, being a god.) However, Hunamon con¬ 
trived to get some Brahmin threads, more sacred still, and tied 
them to his tail (all Brahmins wear this sacred thread round 
their bodies) and set fire to them. The sacred fire ignited the net 
and Hunamon escaped, but he could not put out the burning tail; 
and as he crossed the ‘ Devil's Bridge ’ (the ridge of rocks that 
connect Ceylon with India) he thought the sea would put out the 
fire ; but it would not, so Hunamon bit off the end of his tail and 
singed his face; hence his face has ever since been black.” 
Perhaps the naturalist can explain if he is a joint or two short. 
I am afraid this tale has rather put off the trip to Naini Tal. So 
we will leave Hunamon and his large family on the rocks above 
the beautiful Douglas Dale. 
Just above here the Roman Catholic priests have established 
gardens. I believe they have taken up a lot of land for poor 
destitute Christian people and their families, and I hear they have 
had many additions to their numbers during the last famine. 
The soil will grow almost anything in a lovely climate about 
4,000 feet elevation. The cart-road from Katgodam Railway 
Station ends at a place called “Beer Buti,” or the Brewery. 
Here a fine brewery has been started on a very extensive scale, 
and I must say the beer is excellent. From the brewery one 
ascends a zigzag path about 2,000 feet through forest, and the 
