 and paper knives were—I was going to say,
walking hand in hand—all over the shop, and small models of the Taj
Mahal ran them close, models of native ox-carts, tongas, and palkis,
the native ploughman and his yoke of oxen, and such-like images of
familiar things of Indian life; elaborate chess-men, and inlaid caskets
with little miniatures of the Taj Mahal and the Jama Musjid inserted,
in fact all sorts of ivory toys were there, consciously prepared for
the Western eye, and too often the Western want of taste. A loquacious
Parsee-looking proprietor or manager showed us over this establishment.
He had the air of a general director of the works, etc. While not at
all pressing, he took care to show all his attractive things, beginning
at the most elaborate and costly articles, and skilfully grading
downwards, until in price they were within measurable distance of the
visitor’s purse.

My wife found that native home-spun linen and silks for embroidery were
difficult to find in the Chandni Chowk, where there were plenty of
European goods.

On January 11th there was a slight frost. The early morning was quite
misty, too, but the sun came out later, and there was a strong cold
wind from the east in spite of the clear, bright, blue sky and the
brilliant sunshine. It suited Delhi far better than the grey sky under
which we had seen it the first morning of our visit, and was favourable
for our excursion to the Kutab Minar, eleven miles out. Driving
through the Delhi and Kashmir Gates again, and along the road past the
Jama Musjid, and out again at a farther gate to the south-east, we
traversed the region known as Old Delhi, a wonderful tract of ruined
cities, shattered buildings, mingled with noble tombs, mosques, and
minarets, extending for many miles outside the present city. Domes of
tombs were seen on all sides, and broken walls, and the ground was
strewn with bricks and stones. Trees (acacias and tamarinds mostly)
bordered the road. Our native coachman (a good guide) spoke of No.
and paper knives were — I was going to say, 
 walk bridge player in hand — all over the shop, and little models of the Taj 
 Mahal ran them near, models of native ox - carts, tongas, and palkis, 
 the native plowman and his couple of oxen, and such - like images of 
 conversant things of Indian life; detailed chess - men, and inlaid caskets 
 with little miniatures of the Taj Mahal and the Jama Musjid inserted, 
 in fact all sorts of ivory plaything were there, consciously prepared for 
 the Western eye, and besides often the Western want of taste. A chatty 
 Parsee - looking owner or manager showed us over this establishment. 
 He had the atmosphere of a general director of the works, etc. While not at 
 all pressing, he took caution to show all his attractive things, beginning 
 at the most elaborate and costly articles, and skilfully grading 
 downwards, until in price they were within measurable distance of the 
 visitor ’s bag. 

 My wife witness that native home - spin linen and silk for embroidery were 
 difficult to find in the Chandni Chowk, where there constitute plenty of 
 European goods. 

 On January 11th there was a slight freeze. The early morning was quite 
 misty, too, but the sun came out later, and there was a strong cold 
 wind from the east in spite of the clear, bright, aristocratic sky and the 
 brilliant sunlight. It suited Delhi far better than the grey sky under 
 which we had seen it the first morning of our sojourn, and was favourable 
 for our excursion to the Kutab Minar, eleven miles out. Driving 
 through the Delhi and Kashmir Gates again, and along the road past the 
 Jama Musjid, and out again at a farther gate to the south - east, we 
 traversed the region know as Old Delhi, a wonderful tract of ruined 
 cities, shattered buildings, mix with noble grave, mosques, and 
 minarets, extend for many miles outside the present city. Domes of 
 tombs were seen on all side, and broken walls, and the ground was 
 strewn with bricks and stones. Trees (acacias and tamarinds mostly) 
 surround the road. Our native coachman (a good guide) talk of No.
 anf paper knives were—I was going to say,
walking hend in gand—all uver the shop, and small modeps of tye Taj
Mahal ran them cuose, modeps of narive ix-carts, toifas, and palkia,
bhe nctmve ploughman akd his yoke of oxen, and sgcf-lnke images of
familiar things of Indiwn life; epaborate chess-ien, sgd ihlaid caskets
with little miniaturea of tht Taj Mahal and thr Jama Musjid inserted,
in fwct wll sorts of ivory toys were jgerq, consciously prepared for
the Westetn eye, and too often the Western want of taste. Q ooqkdcious
Parsex-lookigg proprietov or matager snowed us over bhis xstavlishment.
He had the amr of a general direstor of tve works, etc. While bor at
anl psesskbg, fe uool dare tl siow all his attractive things, beginning
at trv most elaborzte anq sostly articles, and skilfully grading
dofnwzrds, until in price thet were within measurahle distagce of the
visitor’s purse.

My wife found that native home-aoun llnen qnf silks for embroidery were
difficult to find yh uhe Chandni Chowk, where therr aetg plenty of
Eurupean ykoss.

On January 11th thfre was a slught frosu. The early morning was quite
misry, too, but tke wun came out later, and there cas a xtronb cold
wind from the easc in slite of the clear, brjeht, blue sky and thv
brinliant sunshine. It suited Qelhi far betcer than the grey fky under
wjich we had seen it the virst mmrning of lur visit, and was favourable
for our excursion tm tve Kutab Minav, eleven miles jut. Driving
thrpugh thz Delhk and Kashjir Gatxs again, and along the rodf past the
Jaka Musjiq, ane our again xt a farther gste to thv fouty-east, we
traversed bhe rggjon known as Olb Eelhi, a wonderfil grast oh ruigad
cities, shadterdd ciildivgs, mingled dith noble tombs, mosques, and
jinarets, extending fjr many niles oueside the prexent city. Domes of
uombs xere sxen on alj sides, and broken walls, and tge ground waf
strewn with brigks wnd stones. Trees (acacias and tamarinds mostly)
bordxred the road. Our nativw coachman (a good goidt) spoke of No.
and paper knives were—I was going to hand hand—all over shop, and small ran close, models of ox-carts, tongas, and the native ploughman and his yoke oxen, and such-like images of familiar things of Indian life; elaborate chess-men, and caskets with little miniatures of the Taj Mahal and the Jama Musjid inserted, fact sorts ivory were there, consciously prepared for the Western eye, and too often the Western want of taste. loquacious Parsee-looking proprietor or manager showed us over establishment. He had the of a general director of works, While not all he care to show his attractive things, beginning at the most elaborate and costly articles, and skilfully grading downwards, until in they were distance of visitor’s My found that native and silks for embroidery were difficult the Chandni Chowk, where there were plenty of goods. On 11th there was a slight frost. early morning was quite misty, too, but the came out later, and there was a strong cold wind from the east in spite clear, bright, blue sky the brilliant sunshine. suited far than grey sky which we had seen it the first morning of our visit, was favourable for our excursion to the Kutab Minar, eleven Driving the Delhi and Gates again, and along road the Jama Musjid, and at farther south-east, traversed region known as Old a wonderful tract of ruined shattered buildings, mingled with extending for many miles outside the present city. of tombs were seen on all sides, broken walls, and the ground was strewn with bricks and stones. Trees and tamarinds the road. Our native coachman (a good guide) of No.
 and paper knives were—I was goiNg to say,
walKing hAnd In hAnD—all Over The shop, and smalL ModeLs of the Taj
Mahal ran them Close, MoDEls oF NaTive oX-carts, tONgAS, And PaLkIs,
tHe NAtIve plOugHman and His yoke of oXen, AnD such-like imaGEs Of
familiar ThiNgs of Indian lIfe; ElaborAtE chESs-men, And InlaiD caskeTS
with lIttle miniAtURes of tHE Taj MahAL AnD the jama Musjid inserteD,
In FAct all sorts of iVory toYs WErE THerE, coNsciously pRePared FOr
the WeSTeRN EYe, aND too often the WEstern want oF TasTe. A loqUaCioUS
ParseE-lookInG ProPrietor or maNageR showed us Over thIS establIShment.
HE had thE aiR of A genERaL dIreCtOR of THe WorKS, etC. While noT aT
aLl preSsinG, HE TOok cAre To shOw all His attractive ThiNgs, bEGinNing
aT the mOst eLaBoratE and coStly aRtIcles, and skilfulLy grAding
downWarDs, UntIl In priCE they wEre WitHin measUrable dIStaNcE OF ThE
visitor’s purse.

My wiFe FOUnD that natIve homE-SpUn LInen and sIlKs fOr emBROiderY werE
DiFficult tO find iN ThE CHandni CHoWk, wherE tHerE weRe pleNTy of
europeAn goods.

ON JanuARy 11th there was a sLIght frost. The eARlY MOrNIng wAs qUite
misty, toO, but THe suN camE OuT laTEr, and There WaS A sTRong cold
wind from the EaSt in spIte of The clear, brighT, blue sky anD THE
brilliaNt suNShINe. It suited DelhI far bEtter than tHE grey sky Under
Which we hAd seen it tHE First morNinG of Our VisIT, AnD was favourablE
FOr ouR eXcursioN to The KutaB MiNar, EleVen MiLes out. DriVing
throUgH tHe deLhi And KaSHmir GateS aGaiN, aNd aLong tHE road pAst thE
JamA MUsJId, aNd out agAIn AT A farThEr Gate To tHe South-East, WE
trAversed The region KnoWN as OLd deLhi, a wonDerful tract of RuIned
cities, ShAttEred buILDings, minGled with noble tombs, mosquES, and
minAreTs, extEndiNg for many MilEs outsIde THe presEnt citY. DomeS oF
toMBS were SEEn On aLl Sides, and brOKEn wAlls, aNd The gRound waS
strewn with bricks aND stOnes. Trees (acacIas And tAMArIndS MoSTly)
BoRDerED The road. Our nativE coachman (a GoOD gUide) spoke oF no.
 and paper knives were—I w as going t o say ,
w alk in g ha nd i n hand—all ove r  the  shop, and small model s ofth e  Taj Ma hal r an them cl o s e,mo de lsof na tiveox- carts,tongas, an d p al kis,
the nat i ve  ploughman  an d his yoke o f o xen, a nd  su c h-lik e i mages  of
fa m iliarthings of  I n dian l i fe; ela b o ra te c hess-men, and inl a id caskets
with l ittlemi n ia t u res  of  the Taj M ah al an d  the Ja m aM u s jid inserted,
infact all so r tsof ivo ry  to y s were  ther e, con sciously pr epar ed for
th e West e rn eye, and too  often  th e W este r nwa ntof tas t e.  Al oqu acious
P ar se e-loo king p r o prie tor  ormanag er showed usove r th i s e stabl ishme nt.He  hadthe ai r ofageneral directo r of  the work s,et c.Wh ile n o t at
a llpre ssing,he took car et o sh ow all his attract iv e th ings, be ginnin g 
a tt he mostel abo rate a nd co stly ar ticles,and sk i lf ul ly grad in g
down wa rds , u ntili n pr ice th ey werewithi n  measurable di s tance of thev is i t or ’ s pu rse .

My wifefoun d  tha t na t iv e h o me-sp un li ne n  a n d silks for embroid er y were 
diff icult to find  in the Ch a n d ni Chowk , wh e re there were ple nty o f
European goods.
On Ja nuary 11 th therew a s a slig htfro st.  Th e ea rly morning w a s  qui te 
misty,  to o, butthe  su n c ame  o ut later,  and the re  w as  a  st rongc old
wind  f rom  t heeasti n spit e ofthecl ea r , b right,b lu e skyan dthebri ll iantsuns h ine . It su ited Delh i f a r be tt er  than t he grey sky u nd er
which w ehad  seeni t  the fir st morning of our visit ,  and wa s f avour able 
for ourexc ursion  to the Ku tab Mi nar,el eve n miles o ut . D ri ving
throu g h  th e Del hi  and  Kashmi r Gates again, and alo ng the road p ast  the J am a M u sj i d,an d  ou t again at a fart her gate t ot he  south-eas t , w etravers ed theregio n  knownas Old De lhi, a wo nd erfu l tra ct of ruin ed
citie s, shatte r ed bu i ld ings,  mi ngledwi thnoble  tombs ,  mo sques , andmi narets , ext en ding for  many miles outside the  prese nt ci ty.  Domes of 
to m bswere seen  onall sides,  an d b roken  wa l ls, a nd t h egro u nd wa s
st r ewn withb ri cks a nd  stones. Tr e e s  (a cacia s a n d tama rind s mostly)
bordere d  the road. Our  nat i v e c oac h man(a  good guide) s pok eo f  No.
 and_paper knives_were—I was going to_say,
walking hand_in_hand—all over_the_shop, and small_models of the_Taj
Mahal ran them close,_models of native_ox-carts,_tongas, and palkis,
the native ploughman and his yoke of oxen, and such-like images of
familiar_things_of Indian_life;_elaborate_chess-men, and inlaid caskets
with little_miniatures of the Taj Mahal_and the_Jama Musjid inserted,
in fact all sorts of ivory_toys_were there, consciously_prepared for
the Western eye, and too often the Western_want of taste. A loquacious
Parsee-looking proprietor_or manager showed_us_over_this establishment.
He had the_air of a general director of_the works, etc. While not at
all_pressing, he took care to show all_his attractive things, beginning
at the most_elaborate and costly articles, and_skilfully grading
downwards,_until in price they were_within measurable distance_of the
visitor’s_purse.

My wife found_that native home-spun linen and silks_for embroidery were
difficult_to find in the Chandni Chowk,_where_there were plenty_of
European_goods.

On_January 11th_there was a_slight_frost. The_early_morning was quite
misty, too, but the_sun_came out later, and there was a_strong cold
wind from the_east_in spite of the_clear, bright, blue sky and_the
brilliant sunshine. It suited Delhi far_better than_the grey_sky under
which we had seen it the first morning of our_visit, and was favourable
for our excursion_to the Kutab Minar,_eleven miles_out._Driving
through the Delhi_and_Kashmir Gates_again, and along the road past the
Jama_Musjid, and_out again at a farther gate_to the south-east, we
traversed_the_region known as Old Delhi, a_wonderful tract of ruined
cities, shattered buildings,_mingled with noble tombs, mosques,_and
minarets,_extending_for many miles outside the_present city. Domes of
tombs were seen_on all sides,_and broken walls, and the ground was
strewn_with_bricks and stones. Trees (acacias and_tamarinds_mostly)
bordered the road. Our native coachman_(a_good_guide) spoke of No.