St. Paul daily globe., 1891-05-18
breeds More Disease


me that the whole undertaking is
cruel mistake, and that it
Breeds More Disease
than it cures, for all animals of one fam
lily are thrown into one department, no
matter what their ailments may be.
This classification seems to be the only
system about the establishment. Dogs
with broken legs or blind eyes. but
otherwise healthy, are thrown into an
immense cage with lot ofsmangy ours,
whose disease they soon add to their
other troubles, and so with the horses,
the cattle, the sheep and the goats, the
monkeys, the rats, the chickens and
the cats and birds of every descrip-
ton. For all animals found with
any disorder are sent to the different
wards-of this queer hospital, from the
largest Quadruped to the smallest biped.
l went prepared to admire, but came
away as much disgusted with this inSti-
tuition as with many of the Otner pecu-
ilarItles OF the HIndOO religion.
Endless are the mosques, temples ana
shrines and ceaseless the flow of various
Asiatic life in Bombay, not sombre in
color like European city, but gay as
section of the rainbow. Yet with all
India before US we could not afford to
linger too long in Bombay. So after we
had exhausted the sights of lndia's
principal city, we provided ourselves
with a native servant. well-filled tittin
basket and started for our
Long Hallway Journey
across India. Anon about railway trav-
cling in this quarter of the globe may
prove interesting from it's novelty. In
the first place tour across the interior
OF India cannot very we'll be made with
sides English. the different dialects en-
countered. He may aggravate and
annoy you by his slow ways and cause
you to lose much of your Sunday school
training by his stupidity. but without
him you would be lost. He secures your
compartment in the railway carriage,
checks your baggage, hires and pays
your coolies, cleans your shoes in the
morning and stands behind your chair
at the table to see that you are
properly waited on, besides paying
your numerous tips when sightseeing
or on leaving hotel, and keeping the
beggarS away from you. You pay
good servant 40 rupees, or about SIS per
month, and his railway fare; he finds
himself. Besides. according to the cast
iron custom OF the country. he gets
commission on all you buy, as an extra
perquisite. 1t is also necessary to carry
your own bedding, as the railway COM
panies provide none for any class of
passengers. Very little bedding will
suffice, however, and, as your servant
looks after it, the difficulty is soon over
come. A well-tilled lunch basket is an
Indispensable item of
The Travelling Kit.
and should be we'll stocked with cold
foot, claret, soda water, etc., for the
buffet car is unknown in India and no
one drinks the water of the country,
which is universally bad. However,
railway travelling here is comfortable
and we'll conducted; the carriages are
built with special conveniences for long
Journeys, having double roofs against
the heat, with windows of Softly-tinted
violet glass to soften the glare of the
suns rays; the compartments, for four
persons. are large and airy, and to each
is attached bath room. So you can
really make railway journey in India
with less inconvenience than on the
continent. and about as comfortably as
in America.
The hotels of the country are as
rule bad, some times villainous, but is
does no good to kick, and you had at
we'll make up your mind to endure what
you cannot cure. Here you find out
what really good servant is worth, for
without him you will be sadly neglected
even in the best hotels of India. Trav-
cling with private servants is such an
established custom that very few serv-
ants are provided by the managers, and
the custom even pertains with private
families when big dinners are given,
for If invited out your servant is eX-
pected to accompany you and look after
your wants.
After leaving Bombay we made stops
of twenty-four hours each at Ahmed
abad and Ajmere, where we got our
first introduction to real native life, and
began in earnest our study of ancient
mosques, temples and tombs, and then
left for the
Beautiful and Prosperous
city of Jeypore-said to be the mos.
beautiful and attractive city of India,
at JeypOre we made prolonged stop
and shall long remember its quaint and
picturesque street scenes, as well as the
kind treatment received from its Ma
haraja. JeypOre is strictly under native
rule, although England maintains a
political urervision. The city has very
broad, well-paved avenues, and is
clean. model city in every respect, and
some of our American or European cit
les must suffer by contrast. The frs
thing which strikes a newcomer is that
all the houses within the city walls, res
licences and mercantile establishments,
are painted universal rose color. The
wide streets of this pretty, roSe-tinted
city converge at Fountain square, al
ways scene of busy activity, life and
hustle. While driving around this
square one afternoon the writer noted
the following characteristic street
scenes: Groups of huge elephants.
whose heads and trunks were painted
all over with HindOo figures and char
acters. with alarm bells attached to
their sides to announce their coming,
disputed the right of way with the
meek-lO0king camel trains, whilst the
bumped white bullocks laborIously
pulled the quaint, squeaking, overload
ed carts 10 one side to allow
A Rajput Noble
on his prancing steed, attended by his
numerous followers, to pass; crowds of
children scrambled for the elephant or
camel dung which, when dried, consti-
tutes the principal fuel of the poor: one
Of the Maharaja's hunting leopards, ac-
companied by lynx, IN the charge of
keeper, joined the procession, followed
by gang of conVlctS whose clanking
Hindoo priest, who submitted to my
Kodak for half rupee, naked save as
to paint, jewelry and a head-dress like
an inverted minnow net, passed by on
his way to the temple; the native bar
ber. sharpening his razor on his leg, his
pot of hot water in hand, Offering to
shave the passer-by; the sturdy, big
oxen, with immense leathern water bags
swung across their backs, trudging
along through the main street, with its
fairy-like, towering palaces, convinced
me that we were in Asia-for such
scenes belong to the Orient, and no
other country could produce them.
ThesbaZaars of Jeypore are study
and as Enthusiastically Asiatic as the
other street scenes. Under piece of
cocoanut mating or bit of canvas were
grain merchants winnowing their wheat,
barley, etc., which the women slowly
reduced to flour in their most primitive
hand mills; rows of cloth merchants