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She gives this description of an attempt that she deletion once /deletion made to make a sketch of a picturesque street in Poona.

Once in a secluded part of the city, I had sat down in a corner, with my servant standing near me, and was about to begin a very pretty subject, when an elephant passed me, nearly treading on my feet; in a few minutes a large buffalo came sharply round a corner, and, startled at the sight of me, turned back, raising a considerable quantity of dust. Then the children rushed out of the houses, and ran about; the women came to the doors to look at me- no doubt they all thought me insane. At last a herd of cows and goats were driven by, and as the dust not only shut out my view, but comp deletion e /deletion wetly covered my paper and the inside of my colour box, I went ^ addition back /addition to the carriage in dispair.

After the experiences of first summer, the Falkland spent the next hot season a Dapoorie and this description of a ball that they gave there is given by Lady Falkland.

The rain had been so heavy all day that deletion they /deletion addition are /addition did not think any one would come and their first guest, a young cadet was not encouraging; he began: It is a very long way here from Poona." "It is indeed a long way." "I don't think any one will come." "I fear indeed no one will."

Fortunately a hamel, having noticed the cadets dirty dirty boots, deletion he /deletion addition unclear /addition carried him off to have his boots brushed so as not to soil the white cloth stretched on the floor. Presently carriages were heard, but out of them came people who were perfectly useless at balls- middle-aged colonel, or a collector who made a point of never dancing. Then wheels approached again, and a troop of young hussars poured in, I began to think that all women-kind had been drowned. But at last some ladies did appear. I always knew by the expression of the aide-de-camp's face, who was about to enter; he was all smiles when flounces, featers and fans were at hand; while his face lengthened at the sight of swords, spurs