CHAPTER XLIII.
TŪFĀNS IN THE EAST.
A Storm on the Jumna—An Amazonian Mahratta Lady—Putlī Coins—The
Mint at Gwalior—East India Company's Rupees—Departure of Sir Charles
Metcalfe—Murder of two Ladies in a Zenāna—The Steamer and Tug—Rajmahal
Tiger—Cotton Seed—Nagapanchmee—Wreck of the Seagull—A
fierce Tūfān—Arrival of Sir Henry Fane—Visit to the Bāiza Bā'ī—River
Voyage to Calcutta—Chunar—The God Burtreenath—Ghāt of Appa Sāhib—Ghāt
of the Bāiza Bā'ī—Her Treasury seized by the Government—The
Chiraghdanīs—The Minarets—Native Merchants—Kimkhwāb Manufactory—The
Junéoo—House of the Bāiza Bā'ī—The Iron Chests of Gold Mohurs—Rooms
full of Rupees, of Copper Coins, and of Cowries—Vishw[)u]-K[)u]rma,
the Architect of the Gods.
1836, June 28th.—A hurricane has blown ever since gun-fire; clouds of dust are borne along upon the rushing wind; not a drop of rain; nothing is to be seen but the whirling clouds of the tūfān. The old peepul-tree moans, and the wind roars in it as if the storm would tear it up by the roots. The pinnace at anchor on the Jumna below the bank rolls and rocks; the river rises in waves, like a little sea. Some of her iron bolts have been forced out by the pressure of the cables, and the sarang says, she can scarcely hold to her moorings. I am watching her unsteady masts, expecting the next gust will tear her from the bank, and send her off into the rushing and impetuous current. It is well it is not night, or she would be wrecked to a certainty. I have not much faith in her weathering such a tūfān at all, exposed as she is to the power of the stream and the force of the tempest. High and deep clouds of dust come rushing along the ground, which, soaring into the highest heaven, spread
