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WALTER D. TUSTEN WRITES SISTER
OF HIS TRIP TO JERUSALEM
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it an equisite example Of inlaying
with precious stones, which was the
great characteristic Of the style of
the Mogues after the death of Ak
bar. It is just eight years less than
four hundre I'd years old and is as
perfect today as it was the day it
was finished, both inside and out and
every time we saw it it seemed more
beautiful. Even under the moon
light when we had our last view, it
was simply enchanting and I do not
wonder that it is conceded to be the
most beautiful building in the
world. I shall not attempt to des-
cribe either it or the palaces, and
other buildings in the fort or the
Mote Masjid and marvellous struc-
lures at Fatehpur-Sikri, as no de-
scription that I could write would
begin to convey a worth while idea
of their architectural and artistic
merit.
From Agra we journey to Delhi,
the capital of British India, where
many more buildings Of marvellous
beauty and memorials of unforgot-
ten dynasties were visited and with
the exception Of the Tai we found
them just as wonderful as those at
Agra. On the train between Agra
and Delhi we got acquainted with a
Mr. Forshay and his wife Of Georgia
who are related to the Marshall's Of
Abbeville. I learned that he was
fond of hunting and we decided to
have q hunt while at Delhi and after
we had visited the most interesting
places we left the women behind and
engaged two Shikaris (hunting
guides) and started out, travelling
about an hour and a half by rail,
then taking Bullock carts We started
for the hills, about seven miles away,
arriving at our destination about
100 p. m. After having something
to eat, which we cooked in the
we went out to try and get a
leopard. We had bought two kids
and our men carried them, and
when We had taken our places in
trees a few hundred yards apart, the
kids were tied to rocks near the
trees which we occupied.
We were all ready by shutdown,
and soon the moon L. "a shining
brightly and the kids were calling
for their mothers, and in
about an hour a fine leopard came
out of the underground and crouch
ed, (exactly like a cat ready to
on a mouse) and I shot and
him, he then stood up and
about as if trying to locate
the disturbance when I shot again
and killed him. It was a lucky shot
as it is pretty uncertain shooting a
rife at night, even in bright moon
light. We slept out on the plains
that night and next day, on our
way to the station, We killed four
beautiful Black Bucks. I took the
skins and heads with me to Bombay
and left them with a taxdermist to
be cured and mounted and shipped
to New York.
I have always wanted to kill a
tiger or some other big cat and I
consider myself very fortunate to
have gotten one the first day out.
From Delhi we went to Jaipur, the
chief city of Rajputana "a native
state) and enjoyed our stay there
immensely. We visited the beautiful
palace of the Maharajah and was
much impressed with the city, the
buildings in which are all pink and
built of brick and stone, it is the
most unusual city l have ever yisi+-
ed.
The Maharajah, of course, beng
a Hindu, allows no animals or biz Is
to be killed and millions Of wild
pigeons and thousands of Pea Fowl
are to be seen, also game Of various
kinds. To kill q pigeon means three
years in prison and to kill a pea
fowl the penalty is FIVE years. No
one except the Maharatah is allowed