LI FE TnTnDIA.
A Ueiicriplloii ol the Country—People
Livin'; in Tent*.
The following is an extract from a
private letter to a gentleman in this
city:
Hurda Central Provinces ok In
dia, Dec. 27 1883, — Last week my bus
band, Mr. and Mrs. A. and I, had a
very pleasant little jaunt up to
Jabalpur, a large city 200m : Ies north
of Hurda. Our object was to buy a
tent for Mr. A. to live in, as it seems
impossible to get a bungalow for them
in Hurda, and Jabalpur is where the
Thugs arc imprisoned and kept busy
making tents. Many English officers
spend the winter season with their
families in tents, and it is said to be
very pleasant. The railroad took us
to the place. On the way we spent a
day and night at the famous Marble
Hocks, a few miles this side of Jabal
pur (pronounced Jubble poor). This
place is one of the wonders of India.
We had a walk of two miles from the
station to the bungalow where travel
ers are accommodated, which stands
on a high cliff overlooking the
Nerbudda river, and from which we
had a lovely' view of a rough, hilly
country covered with palm and other
tropical trees and studded here and
there with heathen temples. We saw
the Rocks, both by moonlight and sun
light, and a wonderful place it is. At
the foot of the cliff on which the
bungalow stood we took a boat rowed
by four Hindoos and was taken up
the river one mile to the place where
it falls over a precipice thirty' feet
high, forming a beautiful cascade.
