SCENES IN SOUTHERN INDIA.
CHAPTER I.
WE BEGIN OUR MISSIONARY JOURNEY.
The dawn was spreading softly over earth and sky yesterday morning when, after a more substantial chota hajri or preliminary breakfast than usual, we stood in the veranda equipped for the start.
Our starting-point was Bombay, where we had been staying some weeks with our kind friends, Mr. and Mrs. Miller. . . .
We had to leave early to catch the morning train for Poona and the Deccan. The morning is always the best part of our Indian day, and I am almost sure that it is also the most beautiful. As I stood watching the sweet silver dawn steal gently up and dispel the darkness and mystery of night, I thought it was not so wonderful that the impressionable, dreamy old poets of ancient India
