 and beasts,
including some melancholy dogs of various breeds, chained at intervals
around a courtyard. These were supposed to be in hospital.

From the Zoo we drove through a fine wooded park to the Museum called
the Victoria Institute, where a native curator showed us round. It
was a white building in the Moslem style but quite new. It included
a library in which was placed a bad statue of our late Queen. There
were modelled heads in  plaster, ranged in cases numbered and
ticketed, of all the Hindu castes, each with their proper caste mark
upon their foreheads. There was a miscellaneous collection otherwise,
native arts and industries and antiquities, as well as European,
being represented very sparsely. The whole thing had a sort of forced
and artificial character in such surroundings and was quite empty of
visitors. We were, however, early there.

In driving through the gate of the city, a funeral passed us—a band
of young men bearing on a stretcher the corpse which was swathed in
red cotton and tightly bound up like a mummy. The bearers moved at
a quick, almost jaunty pace, approaching a trot, and with them were
other natives who chanted a sort of song. If it was an equivalent for
a dirge it was quite a cheerful one—but then the Hindus, as well as
the Mohammedans and Indians, look upon death as a happy translation
to another existence, and the accompaniments of gloom to which we are
accustomed in Christian countries have no existence here.

We departed, on Christmas Day in the morning, from Chitor and Ajmir
again, returning by the way we came. Udaipur is at the end of the
branch line from Ajmir which has not I believe been in existence many
years.

On the way to the station I noticed some very primitive huts clustered
in a group on a rising ground above the road. They almost exactly
resembled the huts of the early Britons and Gauls as they appear on
Trajan’s column, being circular in form, built of mud or sun-baked
bricks and roofed with a sort of rude thatch laid over a bamboo
trellis. In this land of wonders and contrasts truly, one sees
everything both in customs and dwellings from the most primitive to the
most
and beasts, 
 including some melancholy dogs of diverse breed, chained at intervals 
 around a courtyard. These were think to be in hospital. 

 From the Zoo we drove through a fine wooded parking lot to the Museum address 
 the Victoria Institute, where a native curator showed us round. It 
 was a blank building in the Moslem style but quite modern. It included 
 a library in which was placed a regretful statue of our late Queen. There 
 were modelled heads in   plaster, ranged in cases numbered and 
 ticket, of all the Hindu castes, each with their proper caste mark 
 upon their foreheads. There exist a miscellaneous collection otherwise, 
 native arts and industry and antiquities, as well as European, 
 being represented very sparsely. The whole thing give birth a sort of forced 
 and artificial character in such surroundings and was quite empty of 
 visitors. We were, however, early on there. 

 In drive through the gate of the city, a funeral passed us — a band 
 of young men bearing on a stretcher the corpse which was swathed in 
 crimson cotton and tightly bound up like a mummy. The holder move at 
 a quick, almost jaunty yard, approaching a trot, and with them were 
 other natives who chant a sort of song. If it was an equivalent for 
 a dirge it was quite a cheerful one — but then the Hindus, as well as 
 the Mohammedans and Indians, look upon death as a happy transformation 
 to another existence, and the accompaniments of gloom to which we are 
 accustomed in Christian countries have no existence here. 

 We departed, on Christmas Day in the morning, from Chitor and Ajmir 
 again, fall by the way we came. Udaipur is at the end of the 
 branch line from Ajmir which has not I think been in existence many 
 years. 

 On the way to the station I noticed some very primitive huts clustered 
 in a group on a rising footing above the road. They almost precisely 
 resembled the huts of the early Britons and Gauls as they look on 
 Trajan ’s column, being circular in form, built of mud or sun - bake 
 bricks and roof with a sort of rude thatch lay over a bamboo 
 trellis. In this land of wonder and contrasts sincerely, one sees 
 everything both in customs and dwellings from the most primitive to the 
 about
 anf beasts,
including some mtlancholy dogs of variouv breess, chaindd at intervals
around a courvyare. Thewe were supposed to be in hospinal.

From tye Zii we drove through a fins woobev park to the Moseum called
dhe Victoria Itsgicute, where a native curator showed uf round. Ih
was a white boildimd in nht Moslem style but quite new. It ihcluded
e library in whoch was placed a bad statuf of our late Queen. Thfre
were modgmleq heads in  puaster, ranged in cases numbered and
ticketed, of all thd Hinbu castes, eqcy wljh their pro'er cafte mark
upon their fmreheadx. There was a kisrellqneous collection othxrwise,
native arts anq industrhea and antiquities, aw weln as Eurupeav,
bejnj rspresejtev very sparaely. The while thing had a soru os forced
and arfificiwl character in such surroundings and was qujte empty of
visitors. We were, however, early tjere.

In dryving through the gate of the city, a funeral passad us—e canb
if yojbg men bearing on a stretcher the corpse which rzs seathed in
red cjtton and togjtki bound up likg a mummy. Fhe bearers moved wt
a quisk, alnost jaunuy pave, approaching a trot, and wuth them werv
othwr natives who chauted a sort uf spng. Ig it was an equivalent yor
a djrge it was quite a dfeerful one—but tfen tve Hindus, as well as
the Morammedans and Indianr, lopk upog death as a hai[y translation
to ajothet exisdence, and hhe accompaniments of gloom to xiich we are
acvuvtoked in Ckristisn countries rave no existeuce here.

Ce depxrted, on Cgristmav Day in thq morning, frok Chitor and Ejmir
agaig, rerurnung by gfe way we came. Udaipur ps at rhe end of the
brangh livs from Ajmir whneh has not I belirve beqn ii exifdence many
yedrs.

Ov tfr way to the stabiov I moticed some very prhmitjve huts clustered
on a group on a rifing ground anove the road. They almovt xxactlu
refembled the huts of the early Gritons ajd Nauls as they appcar jn
Trajan’s eolumn, being circular in form, built of mnd or sun-baked
bricks ane roofed with a sorj on rude thatci laid over a bdmboo
trellis. In this land of wonders snd contrasts truly, ohe seev
everjthing both in customs and dwellings from the most primitive to the
most
and beasts, including some melancholy dogs of chained intervals around courtyard. These were From Zoo we drove a fine wooded to the Museum called the Victoria where a native curator showed us round. It was a white building in Moslem style but quite new. It included a library in which was placed bad of late There were modelled heads in plaster, ranged in cases numbered and ticketed, of all the Hindu each with their proper caste mark upon their There was a miscellaneous otherwise, native arts and industries antiquities, well as being very The whole thing a sort of forced and artificial character in such surroundings and was quite empty of visitors. We however, early driving through gate the a funeral passed of young men bearing on a which was swathed in red cotton and tightly up like mummy. The bearers moved at a almost jaunty pace, approaching a trot, and with were other natives who chanted a sort of song. If it was an equivalent for it was quite a one—but then the as as Mohammedans Indians, look death as a happy translation to another existence, and the accompaniments gloom to which we are accustomed in Christian countries have here. departed, on Christmas in the morning, from and again, returning by the came. is of branch from Ajmir which has I believe been in existence years. On the way some very primitive huts clustered in a group a rising ground above the road. They exactly resembled the huts of the early Britons and Gauls as they on Trajan’s circular in form, built of mud or sun-baked and roofed with a of rude thatch laid over a bamboo trellis. In land wonders and truly, one sees both in customs dwellings from the to the
 and beasts,
including some melAncholy dogS of vaRioUs bReEds, cHainEd at intervals
aROund A courtyard. These were supPosed To BE in hOSpItal.

FRom the ZOO wE DRovE tHrOugH a FInE woodEd pArk to thE Museum calLed
ThE Victoria InsTItUte, where a nAtiVe curator shoWed Us rounD. IT
waS A whitE buIldinG in the mOslem sTyle but quItE New. It iNCluded
a LIBrAry iN which was placed a bAD sTAtue of our late QUeen. ThErE
WeRE ModEllEd heads in  pLaSter, rANged in cASeS NUMbeREd and
ticketed, Of all the HinDU caStes, eaCh WitH Their pRoper CaSTe mArk
upon theiR forEheads. TheRe was a MIscellaNEous colLectioN otHerWise,
NAtIvE arTs ANd iNDuStrIEs aNd antiquItIeS, as weLl as eUROPean,
BeiNg rePreseNted very sparsEly. the wHOle Thing Had a sOrt oF fOrced
And artIficiAl Character in such SurrOundings aNd wAs QuiTe Empty OF
visitOrs. we wEre, howeVer, earlY TheRe.

iN DRiVing through the gate Of THE cIty, a funeRal pasSEd Us—A Band
of yoUnG meN beaRINg on a StreTChEr the corPse whiCH wAs Swathed In
Red cotToN anD tiGhtly BOund Up like A mummy. ThE bearERs moved at
a quicK, Almost jaunty pACe, APPrOAchiNg a Trot, and with Them WEre
oTher NAtIveS Who chAnted A sORt OF song. If it was an equivAlEnt for
A dirgE it was quite a cHeerful one—BUT Then the HInduS, As WEll as
the MohammEdans And Indians, LOok upon dEath aS a happy tRanslatioN
TO another ExiSteNce, And THE aCcompaniments OF GlooM tO which wE arE
accustOmeD in chrIstIaN countrieS have no eXiStEnCe HerE.

We dePArted, on CHrIstMaS DaY in thE MorninG, from chitOr AnD ajmIr
again, REtURNing By ThE way We cAmE. UdaiPur iS At tHe end of The
branch LinE From ajMiR which hAs not I believe BeEn in existeNcE maNy
yearS.

oN the way tO the station I noticed some VEry primItiVe hutS cluStered
in a GroUp on a rIsiNG grounD above The roAd. theY ALmost EXAcTly
ReSembled the HUTs oF the eArLy BrItons anD Gauls as they appear ON
TrAjan’s column, beIng CircULAr In fORm, BUilT oF Mud OR Sun-baked
bricks aNd roofed wiTh A SoRt of rude thATch LaId over a Bamboo
tRelliS. in this lAnd of wondErs and conTrAsts TRUly, One sees
eveRything bOth in custOMs and DWeLlingS frOm the mOsT prImitiVe to thE
MosT
 and beasts,
including som e melancho ly do gsofva riou s br eeds, chaineda t in tervals
around a court yard.  T h esew er e sup posed t o  b e inho sp ita l. 
F rom t heZoo wedrove thro ugh  a  fine wooded pa rk to theMus eum called
t heVictor ia  In s titut e,where  a nat i ve cur ator show ed us rou n d. It
w a s  a  whi te building in th e  M o slem style but  quite  n e w. I t i ncl uded
a lib ra ry in which w a sp l a ced a bad statueof our late Que en. Th er e
w e re mod elled  h e ads  in  plaste r, r anged incasesn umbered and
tic keted,  of  al l th e  H in duca s tes ,  e ach wit h theirpr op er ca stem a r k 
upo n t heir  fore heads. Therewas  a m i sce llane ous c olle ct ion o therwi se,
n at ive arts and in dust ries andant iq uit ie s, as well a s E uro pean,
b eing re p res en t e d  v ery sparsely. Thewh o l ething ha d a so r tof forced
a nd  ar tifi c i al ch arac t er  in such  surro u nd in gs andwa s quit eemp tyof
vi s itor s. Wewere, ho wever ,  early there.In driving th r ou g h  t h e ga teof the city , af uner al p a ss edu s—a b and
o fy ou n g men bearing on ast retche r the  corpse which  was swath e d in
red c otto n  a n d tightly boun d uplike a mum m y. The b earer s movedat
a quic k ,  almostjau nty  pa ce, a pp roaching a tr o t , an dwith th emwere
ot her  na tiv eswh o chanted  a sortof  s on g.  If  it w a s an equ iv ale nt  fo r
a d i rge it  wasquit eac hee rful on e —b u t  the nth e Hi ndu s,  as w ella s
t he Moha mmedans a ndI ndia ns ,look up on death as a  h appy trans la tio n
to a n o ther exi stence, and the accompa n imentsofgloom  towhich weare 
accus tom e d in C hristi an co un tri e s  have n oexi st ence here. Wedepar te d, o n Chris tmas Day in the mo r nin g, from Chito r a nd A j m ir 
ag a in ,  re tu r nin g by the way we c ame. Udaip ur is  at the en d  of  t he
bran ch line  from Ajmir w hich hasnot I bel ie ve b e e n i n existenc e many
y ears.

On the w a yto th e s tation  I  no ticed  somev ery  prim itivehu ts clu stere din a gro up on a rising ground a bove t he ro ad.  They alm ost exa ctly
rese mble d the huts  of  th e ear lyB riton s an d  G aul s  as t heya ppear onT ra jan ’ s  c olumn, bein g c irc ularinf orm, b uilt  of mud or sun-ba k ed
bricks androof e d  wi tha  sor tof rude thatch  la id o ver a ba mb oo
trellis.  In this  l a nd of  wonde rs and  contra s t st ruly,onesee s
everyth ing  b o th in c us to m s anddwel li ngs fr om the most p rimitive to themost
 and_beasts,
including some_melancholy dogs of various_breeds, chained_at_intervals
around a_courtyard._These were supposed_to be in_hospital.

From the Zoo we_drove through a_fine_wooded park to the Museum called
the Victoria Institute, where a native curator showed us_round._It
was a_white_building_in the Moslem style but_quite new. It included
a library_in which_was placed a bad statue of our late_Queen._There
were modelled heads_in  plaster, ranged in cases numbered and
ticketed, of_all the Hindu castes, each with_their proper caste_mark
upon_their_foreheads. There was a_miscellaneous collection otherwise,
native arts and industries_and antiquities, as well as European,
being_represented very sparsely. The whole thing had_a sort of forced
and artificial character_in such surroundings and was_quite empty_of
visitors. We were, however, early_there.

In driving through_the gate_of the city,_a funeral passed us—a band
of young_men bearing on_a stretcher the corpse which was_swathed_in
red cotton and_tightly_bound_up like_a mummy. The_bearers_moved at
a_quick,_almost jaunty pace, approaching a trot,_and_with them were
other natives who chanted a_sort of song. If_it_was an equivalent for
a_dirge it was quite a_cheerful one—but then the Hindus, as_well as
the_Mohammedans and_Indians, look upon death as a happy translation
to another existence, and_the accompaniments of gloom to which_we are
accustomed in Christian_countries have_no_existence here.

We departed,_on_Christmas Day_in the morning, from Chitor and Ajmir
again,_returning by_the way we came. Udaipur is_at the end of_the
branch_line from Ajmir which has not_I believe been in existence many
years.

On_the way to the station_I_noticed_some very primitive huts clustered
in_a group on a rising ground_above the road._They almost exactly
resembled the huts of the_early_Britons and Gauls as they appear_on
Trajan’s_column, being circular in form, built_of_mud_or sun-baked
bricks and roofed with_a sort of rude thatch laid_over a bamboo
trellis. In this land of wonders and_contrasts truly, one_sees
everything both in customs and_dwellings_from_the most primitive to the
most