CHAPTER LVII.
DEPARTURE FROM THE HILLS.
"HE ONLY IS DEAD WHOSE NAME IS NOT MENTIONED WITH RESPECT[1]."
"THE DAYS OF DISTRESS ARE BLACK[2]."
Family Sorrows—The Snowy Ranges after the Rains—Hill Birds—The Park—Hill
Boundaries—Stables on Fire—Opening of the Keeree Pass—Danger
of passing through it—Dēobund—Return to Meerut—The Tomb of Jaffir
Sāhib—Chiri-mars—Country Horses—The Theatre of the 16th Lancers—Colonel
Arnold's Farewell Ball—His Illness—Opinions respecting the War—The
Lancers ordered to Afghānistan—Ghurmuktesur Ghāt—Country Boats—Khobarah,
the Hill Dog—Sancho—A Dilemma—Gūnths—Knocked over
by a Buffalo—Fathīgarh—Dhobīs—Cawnpore—Sāl and Teak Trees—Deism—Points
of Faith—The Power of the Brahmāns—A Converted Hindū—Sneezing
an Ill Omen—The Return of the Pilgrim.
1838, Sept. 8th.—I made arrangements with my relative to march across the mountains to Simla, a journey of fifteen days from Landowr, and was looking forward with delight to all the adventures we should meet with, and the crossing the river in a basket suspended on a rope fastened across the stream; but he, an old mountaineer, would not permit me to begin the journey until the khuds—which are unwholesome during the rains, and full of fever—should be fit to pass through. A friend had given me the use of a house for some months beyond Simla, and I was anxious to visit that part of the country. In the interval we formed a party to see the mountains at the back of Landowr, and I sent out my hill tents to the interior.
