New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1907-04-07

displayed IN e. II IS about forty fec. nv .v,o,.v
edged plaster arches The whole hoy of f and a rough
arches Is mustard yellow distemper. There is a
plaques. The pillars are OF the same material
each one a tub-lke achievement OF the Fatheriand
draEed with chenille, desoends a chandelier Of
strange form, vast and clumsy. All the glass
thereon Is petnnia-eolOred and engraved with
scenes" The furniture OF a pre-VictOrian gilt
description; is upholstered in frayed magenta Silk
brocade- But the springs are coming through. and
Il VIII be necessary TO least the settee
is good rule never to visit the moderated rooms
Of an Oriental palace, but Udaipur-Udaipur. last
70 nd o''--
"a the town OF Jammu Mr.. Landon saw the
ST male tiger kept in captivity anywhere in
world, and he tells striking anecdote about
ldaun, the keeper OF the beast and its mate
g mans only weapon is a little white bag
ntaining grains Of some whitish substance
Itch, before our travellers eyes. acted like
'agic upon the tigers TO whom it was admin
tered making them behave like docile kittens
. ere is the anecdote:
Some years ago. MangaI-r suppose the pair had
IN IIraIped on Tuesday-found that the little
e little menagerie returned 10 find him loose in
garden, and Ned incontinently In half an hour
minus streets were as those Of a dead city. one
'ormant told rs that the soldiers especially
stole out and glided silently down the main
-eet OF the town, beautiful vision of orange
4 he went down 10 the jungle beside the Tavi,
vanished; An hour afterward the keeper
Jtes later another solitary figure made its way
beneath the glare the sun He had no
pom. Only. as he said he had put a leather
ouch that made the incident flash up before the
so instantly and truly that from a European
istic afectation. He had his little white bag
his hand. and he went quietly down the deserted
IS az q 81 gA n A
Ter he returned hareheaded in the sun. At his
eels. faWning and kittenish. slOuched Mangal, and
ind the tigers neck was loosely tied one end OF
Nadaun's puggary-
Hill you try to reconstruct what the sight must
have been? Up over the hard. hot cobbles and
mud OF the empty streets moved the pair Nadaun
unhesitating and eVen-paceo, never LOOKING pack'
varying the steady exchange of his thin legs,
Meath the gaze of the thousands thronging the
at roofs overhead all in the utter silence ot such
excitement that the only sound heard was the NUT
him u lude dc ieashed with ihs long frai pug
gary. the silken coated brute padded uncertainty
little white bag that had done it
Picking W odds and ends like this on the
way. Mr. Landon travels on from city 20 city
and writes in each case chapter that is vivid
fun Of vitality and color. and strengthened with
Just enough historical information. Occasionally
ne gives us glimpses of the development OF Brit
ish rule. In the chapter on CaWnpore he writes
of the massacre with notable feeling and re-
straint At the end of the book he has some
pages on the later days Of Mana sahib. in which
nc supports the belief that the great criminal
of the Mutiny was alive as late as 1885, and
perhaps even later. He tells two stories about
the actual end OF Mana. One states that he
was murdered, but the other is, as ne remarks
even more tragic. II runs follows:
In 1895, At place about thirty miles from Rajkot
aged mendicant who had been creating a dis
turbance in the road, was arrested lie said ;hat
he Mana Sahib. The man was partially
insane and only excited meTTiInent among his own
cOuntryInen. But he talked IN his sleep OF Nepal
end claimed that II ne had his rights he would be
I'eslwa. Witnesses collected Els bodily
marks nofed-appaFently they bore out his conten
ton 10 some eHrfeni-and ths Indian government
WAS consulted. UnutteTably wise Calcutta ordered
that tie Witnesses should be dispersed and The
set free
II there was any truth in the story. there is
hardly a more desolate picture in history than
flat Of Mana Sahib--Oid discFedited, half-witted
but still claiming the horrible honor of being him
self contemptuously set free by those whom he
had SO foully injured wander still along the
roads the laughing stock of his people. yo-
Ciferafing his claims 10 idle Yayfarers who soon
passed on 70 their own business with a smile for
the homeless and broken old man whose brains
God had filed with illusion