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most motley throng of native men and
beasts you will find in any city. Here IS
little caravan of camels-long-legged,
gaunt, bumped animals ridden by bare
legged men in turbans who bob up and
down as the camel rocks its way along.
Many of the camels are led and the
drivers ride them with rope fastened
into their noses. They sit on the hump
and pound the camel with whip or a
cloth. There is one camel ridden by a
woman. Here is one carrying stones.
Great long flags are tied on beth sides of
his hump and he goes along with his lip
down, pouting like spoiled child. Here
is another being loaded with lumber and
as the rafterS one after another are tied to
his back he blubbers and cries like a baby,
and as you look at him you see the tears
rolling down from his proud, angry eyes.
Here is one with turbaned soldier on his
back and there is another ridden by q
boy.
On up the street you see an elephant.
It belongs to the Rajah, and its rider is
one of the servants of the palace who IS
taking the beast out for exercise. Here
are thousands of bullocks with humps
over their shoulders, the sacred COWS of
India doing duty as pack horses. Their
backs are loaded with panniers, and they
are carrying along hay, stone and mer-
chandise. Here is one ridden by tur-
baned Mohammedan, whose long beard
and long shoes turned up at the toes at
tract your eye as he goes by. Here are
horses which prance along. They came
from Arabia, and among them are some
of the best steeds of the world. As you
look at them and their riders you have no
doubt of Jeypore being rich city. What
gorgeous costumes! These riders wear
gold embroidery enough to fit out the
diplomats at one of our Presidents re-
ceptions. There are gold chains on their
neeks, and their arms and fingers are
heavy with gold. They have gold em.
broidered turbans, costly gold vests, and
the bits of their horses are often Of silver.
They sit very straight as they ride, and
by the stirrup of each runs groom now
clearing the way for his master and ever
present for fear he might want some
thing. Here is a herd of donkeys loaded
down with panniers so that only their
legs peep out, and the loads seem to be
walking away bodily. They are no bigger
than Newfoundland dogs, and their
drivers, bare legged, pound and yell at
them in Hindostanec as they drive them
along without either bride or rein.
The crowd on foot is as gay as that on
horseback, and your eyes grow tired in
trying to catch and distinguish the
strange characters you meet. Here comes
a party of singing girls dressed all in red
and gold, singing strange songs az they
dance through the streets. They are not
bad looking, ana :.teir limbs are loaded
with anklcts and bracelets. Here come
some Mahometan maidens. They are fine
looking women, but their dress is hide
GUS. There are working women, and in
some places these splendid roads are being
repaired. Here low caste women arc
breaking stones, and there you see a
dozen of them going along with baskets
of broken stone upon their heads. They
throw it upon the road and corps OF
brown-skinned men are crushing 1t into
bits with stampers. As they do so a
water-carrier with skin full of water
upon his back, and his hand on the mouth
of the bottle, throws a clear stream upon
it and the whole becomes mortar, which,
when dried, is as hard as the floor OF q
cellar. You see these water-carriers
everywhere in India, and they water the
streets of the country, They carry the