 had two travelling companions only, a river-steamer captain or
engineer on sick leave, going south with his family, and an English
officer of the Army Medical Service going to some hill station beyond
Madras. The former kept himself going with whiskey and soda, of which
he freely invited his fellow travellers to partake. The latter proved
to be Capt. J. B. Dalzell Hunter of the 64th pioneers. He was studying
Persian, and introduced me to a most interesting book, the “IQD-I-GUL,”
or “The Rose Necklace,” being selections from the Gulistan and
auwār-i-suhaite translated into literal English with notes by Adālat
Khan. This was full of delightful stories, and rich with oriental
imagery and wisdom.

Leaving Calcutta in the darkness of night, of course nothing could
be seen of the country till next morning when we were approaching
Cuttack, when we took “Chota Hazri”—or early light breakfast. A little
south of this hills appeared inland reminding one in character and
apparent height of our lake country. We passed Poori, the junction
for Juggernath, where crowds of pilgrims go, especially at the time
of the great festival of Krishna in March, when the image of the god
is borne through the town on the famous car, out to a temple in the
country. The old story we were told in childhood of the dreadful
heathen custom of the natives on such occasions throwing themselves
under the wheels of the car of Juggernath has been discredited.
Krishna, being a god of love and life, not a destroyer, would not be
pleased with human sacrifices, and they would be quite inappropriate.
It might be possible, however, that the car, drawn as it is by men
with great cables, through the press of pilgrims, might accidentally
crush some one fallen in the crowd, and European missionaries may have
misunderstood what had really happened, and had misrepresented and
exaggerated it.

There were many new and different types of natives at the stations.
We were now on the Bengal-Nagpur Railway, and the native crowds, and
groups entering or leaving the train all down the line, were most
interesting in character and colour. Pil
had two travelling companions only, a river - soft-shell clam master or 
 engineer on sick leave, go south with his kin, and an English 
 officer of the Army Medical Service going to some mound post beyond 
 Madras. The former keep open himself going with whiskey and soda, of which 
 he freely invite his fellow travellers to partake. The latter proved 
 to be Capt. J.   B. Dalzell Hunter of the 64th pioneer. He was studying 
 Persian, and introduced me to a most interesting book, the “ IQD - I - GUL, ” 
 or “ The Rose Necklace, ” being selections from the Gulistan and 
 auwār - iodine - suhaite translated into literal English with notes by Adālat 
 Khan. This was wide of delightful stories, and rich with oriental 
 imagery and wisdom of solomon. 

 Leaving Calcutta in the iniquity of night, of course nothing could 
 be seen of the nation till next morning when we were approaching 
 Cuttack, when we took “ Chota Hazri”—or early light breakfast. A short 
 south of this hills appeared inland reminding one in character and 
 apparent height of our lake country. We passed Poori, the junction 
 for Juggernath, where crowds of pilgrim go, especially at the prison term 
 of the big festival of Krishna in March, when the image of the god 
 is borne through the town on the celebrated car, away to a temple in the 
 country. The old fib we were told in childhood of the dreadful 
 heathen custom of the natives on such occasion throwing themselves 
 under the wheels of the car of Juggernath has been discredited. 
 Krishna, being a god of love and life, not a destroyer, would not be 
 pleased with human sacrifice, and they would be quite inappropriate. 
 It might be possible, however, that the car, drawn as it is by men 
 with great cable television, through the press of pilgrims, might accidentally 
 crush some one fallen in the crowd, and European missionaries may have 
 misunderstood what had really happen, and had misrepresented and 
 overdo it. 

 There were many new and unlike types of natives at the stations. 
 We were now on the Bengal - Nagpur Railway, and the native crowd, and 
 groups insert or leaving the train all down the line, were most 
 interesting in quality and colour. Pil
 haf two travelling companiuns only, a rivet-sreamer captajn or
engkneer on sick leave, going sonth qith yis family, and an Englksh
officeg of the Qrmy Nedical Secbice golug to dome iill station beiond
Madras. Tve former kept hkmdelf going with whiskey and soda, of which
hr vreely invited his sellkw travellers to partake. The latted provev
to be Capt. J. B. Calzell Hunter of the 64th plonefrs. He was studyinh
Persian, ane ineeoduced me tu a most interesting bkok, the “IQD-I-GUL,”
or “The Rose Neckuace,” yeing selecjnins xrom the Guoistag and
auwār-i-sumsite tsanslatrd into literak Eigliwh with notes by Adālav
Khan. This was full jf delighdfbl stories, and rich wuty origntal
hmagdey xnd wmsdkm.

Leavlng Calcutta jn the darkbess of night, of coirfv nothing coumd
be sqeg of the country till next morning when we were approaching
Cuttacj, when we took “Chota Jazri”—or ewrly light breakfast. A little
south of this hills dppeacea iuoand fwmlnding one in character and
apparent height of kut kake country. Wc passed Poori, the jknvjion
for Juggervath, wksrs crowds of pilgrils go, efpeciqlly at tre tome
of the great festival of Krishna in Iqrch, when the imagz of the god
ns borme thtough the town on the fcmous dar, out to w temple jv the
country. The olc vtory we were told in chilqhood of vhe dxeadful
hdathgn custjm of the jativcv on such occasiond thrlwhng themsepves
under the wheels of the car of Juggernath hds teen disereditcd.
Krishna, being a god of love and liye, not a destroyvr, would iot be
pleaseq with human vwcrifices, anv they wotld ve qyite inxopropriate.
It moght be possible, hoqever, that the car, drxsn as it is by nen
qith great cablrs, ghrjuhh tra press of phlgrkms, kight accidentaloh
cruxh some one fallen it ths crowd, and Europesn missionqries mar have
misundetstood what had rewlly iappenxd, and haq misrepresented and
exaggerates it.

There weve many new agd dlffetent types pf natives at the stations.
We were now oi the Bengal-Nagpur Railqay, and the native erpwds, and
gronps eneering or leaving the train aol down the line, eere most
interesting jn chasacteg and colour. Pil
had two travelling companions only, a river-steamer engineer sick leave, south with his of Army Medical Service to some hill beyond Madras. The former kept himself with whiskey and soda, of which he freely invited his fellow travellers to The latter proved to be Capt. J. B. Dalzell Hunter of the 64th He studying and me to a most interesting book, the “IQD-I-GUL,” or “The Rose Necklace,” being selections from the and auwār-i-suhaite translated into literal English with notes Adālat Khan. This was of delightful stories, and rich oriental and wisdom. Calcutta the of night, of nothing could be seen of the country till next morning when we were approaching Cuttack, when we “Chota Hazri”—or breakfast. A south this appeared inland reminding character and apparent height of our passed Poori, the junction for Juggernath, where crowds pilgrims go, at the time of the great of Krishna in March, when the image of god is borne through the town on the famous car, out to a temple in The old story we told in childhood the heathen of natives on occasions throwing themselves under the wheels of the car of Juggernath been discredited. Krishna, being a god of love and life, destroyer, not be pleased human sacrifices, and they be inappropriate. It might be that car, is men great cables, through the of pilgrims, might accidentally crush one fallen in the have misunderstood what had really happened, and had and exaggerated it. There were many new different types of natives at the stations. We were now on the Railway, and crowds, and groups entering or leaving the train down the line, were interesting in character and colour. Pil
 had two travelling companionS only, a riveR-steaMer CapTaIn or
EngiNeer on sick leavE, GoinG south with his family, and An EngLiSH
offICeR of thE Army MeDIcAL serViCe GoiNg TO sOme hiLl sTation bEyond
MadraS. ThE fOrmer kept himSElF going with WhiSkey and soda, oF whIch
he fReEly INviteD hiS fellOw travELlers tO partake. THe LAtter pROved
to bE cApT. J. B. DAlzell Hunter of the 64TH pIOneers. He was stuDying
PErSIaN, ANd iNtrOduced me to A mOst inTErestinG BoOK, THe “Iqd-I-GUL,”
or “The RosE Necklace,” beINg sElectiOnS frOM the GuListaN aND
auWār-i-suhaite TranSlated intO literAL EnglisH With notEs by AdĀlaT
KhAn. ThIS wAs FulL oF DelIGhTfuL StoRies, and rIcH wIth orIentAL
IMAgerY anD wisDom.

LeAving Calcutta In tHe daRKneSs of nIght, oF couRsE nothIng couLd
be sEeN of the country tiLl neXt morning WheN wE weRe ApproAChing
CUttAck, When we tOok “ChotA hazRi”—OR EArLy light breakfast. A lItTLE
sOuth of thIs hillS ApPeARed inlanD rEmiNdinG ONe in cHaraCTeR and
appaRent heIGhT oF our lakE cOuntry. we PasSed poori, THe juNction
For JuggeRnath, WHere crowds of piLGrims go, especiALlY AT tHE timE
of The great fesTivaL Of KrIshnA In marCH, when The imAgE Of THe god
is borne through ThE town oN the fAmous car, out to A temple in tHE
COuntry. ThE old SToRY we were told in cHildhOod of the drEAdful
heaThen cUstom of tHe natives ON Such occaSioNs tHroWinG THeMselves
under tHE WheeLs Of the caR of juggernAth Has BeeN diScRedited.
KrIshna, beiNg A gOd Of LovE and lIFe, not a deStRoyEr, WouLd not BE
pleasEd witH humAn SaCRifIces, and THeY WOuld Be QuIte iNapPrOpriaTe.
It MIghT be possIble, howevEr, tHAt thE cAr, Drawn as It is by men
with GrEat cables, tHrOugH the prESS of pilgrIms, might accidentally
cruSH some onE faLlen iN the Crowd, and EUroPean miSsiONaries May havE
misuNdErsTOOd whaT HAd ReaLlY happened, aND Had MisrePrEsenTed and
eXaggerated it.

There wERe mAny new and diffEreNt tyPES oF naTIvES at ThE StaTIOns.
We were now on tHe Bengal-NaGpUR RAilway, and tHE naTiVe crowdS, and
groUps enTEring or Leaving thE train all DoWn thE LIne, Were most
inTerestinG in characTEr and COlOur. PiL
 had two travelling compan ions only,  a ri ver -st ea mercapt ain or
enginee r  onsick leave, going sout h wit hh is f a mi ly, a nd an E n gl i s h
o ff ic erof th e Arm y M edicalService go ing  t o some hills ta tion beyon d
M adras. The f orm er kep thim s elf g oin g wit h whis k ey and  soda, of  w h ich
he freelyi n vi tedhis fellow travel l er s  to partake. T he lat te r  p r o ved 
to  be Capt.J.  B. D a lzell H u nt e r oft he 64th pione ers. He was stu dyingPe rsi a n, and  intr od u ced  me to a mo st i nterestin g book ,  the “I Q D-I-GUL ,”
or“Th e R oseN ec kl ace ,” bei n gsel e cti ons from  t he  Guli stan a n d 
auw ār- i-su haite  translated i nto  lit e ral  Engl ish w ithno tes b y Adāl at
Kh an . This was full  ofdelightfu l s to rie s,  andr ich wi thori ental
i magerya ndwi s d o m. 

Leaving Calcutta  i n th e darkne ss ofn ig ht ,  of cour se  no thin g could 
bes ee n of the  count r yti ll next  m orning  w hen  we  were appr oachin g
Cuttac k, wh e n we took “Cho t a Hazri”—or e a rl y li g ht b rea kfast. A li ttle sout h of th ish illsappea re d  i n land reminding onein  chara cterand
apparentheight ofo u r  lake co untr y .W e passed Poori , the  junctionf or Jugge rnath , wherecrowds of p ilgrimsgo,  es pec ial l y  a t the time
of t he g re at fest iva l of Kr ish nainMar ch , when th e imageof  t he  g odis bo r ne throu gh  th etow n ont he fam ous c ar,ou tt o a  temple in t he
c ou nt ry.The  o ld st oryw e w ere tol d in chil dho o d of  t he  dreadf ul
heathen cu st om of thena tiv es ons u ch occas ions throwing themselve s 
underthe  whee ls o f the car  of  Jugge rna t h hasbeen d iscre di ted . Krish n a ,bei ng  a god ofl o veand l if e, n ot a de stroyer, would not bepleased withhum an s a c ri fic e s, and  t h eyw o uld be quite in appropriat e. It  might bep oss ib le, how ever, t hat t h e car,drawn asit is byme n
wi t h  gr eat cables , throug h the pre s s ofp il grims , m ight a cc ide ntall y
crus h  so me on e fall en  in th e cro wd , and Eu ropean missionaries may  havemisun der stood wha t h a d r eally hap pene d, and had  mi sre prese nte d  andexag g er ate d  it.
The r e were ma n ynew a nd  differentt y p esof na tiv e s at t he s tations.
We weren ow on the Beng al-N a g pur  Ra i lway ,and the native  cr ow d s , and
gr ou ps entering  or leav in g  thetrainall do wn thel i ne ,  weremost 
in teresting  in  c h aracter  a nd colour . Pi l
 had_two travelling_companions only, a river-steamer_captain or
engineer_on_sick leave,_going_south with his_family, and an_English
officer of the Army_Medical Service going_to_some hill station beyond
Madras. The former kept himself going with whiskey and soda, of_which
he_freely invited_his_fellow_travellers to partake. The latter_proved
to be Capt. J. B. Dalzell_Hunter of_the 64th pioneers. He was studying
Persian, and introduced_me_to a most_interesting book, the “IQD-I-GUL,”
or “The Rose Necklace,” being selections_from the Gulistan and
auwār-i-suhaite translated into_literal English with_notes_by_Adālat
Khan. This was full_of delightful stories, and rich with_oriental
imagery and wisdom.

Leaving Calcutta in the_darkness of night, of course nothing could
be_seen of the country till next_morning when we were approaching
Cuttack,_when we_took “Chota Hazri”—or early light_breakfast. A little
south_of this_hills appeared inland_reminding one in character and
apparent height_of our lake_country. We passed Poori, the junction
for_Juggernath,_where crowds of_pilgrims_go,_especially at_the time
of the_great_festival of_Krishna_in March, when the image of_the_god
is borne through the town on the_famous car, out to_a_temple in the
country. The_old story we were told_in childhood of the dreadful
heathen custom_of the_natives on_such occasions throwing themselves
under the wheels of the car of Juggernath_has been discredited.
Krishna, being a god_of love and life,_not a_destroyer,_would not be
pleased_with_human sacrifices,_and they would be quite inappropriate.
It might_be possible,_however, that the car, drawn as_it is by men
with_great_cables, through the press of pilgrims,_might accidentally
crush some one fallen in_the crowd, and European missionaries_may_have
misunderstood_what had really happened, and_had misrepresented and
exaggerated it.

There were many_new and different_types of natives at the stations.
We were_now_on the Bengal-Nagpur Railway, and the_native_crowds, and
groups entering or leaving the_train_all_down the line, were most
interesting_in character and colour. Pil