Kipling's India . to the bed of a tiny rivulet, the cliffs oneach side rising almost perpendicularly to the height ofsix or seven hundred feet, is the highway for the cara-vans coming from Central Asia into India. Along this mountain pass, Carnehan and Dravotmade their way with the Afghan traders, the amusingantics of Dravot, the mad priest, making him a wel-come guest among the friendly natives. Leaving thecaravans just below Jagdallak, a little mountain townbetween Peshawur and Kabul, they made their toilsomeway through the mountains, tall and black andbitter cold, . . with never a road broa
Kipling's India . to the bed of a tiny rivulet, the cliffs oneach side rising almost perpendicularly to the height ofsix or seven hundred feet, is the highway for the cara-vans coming from Central Asia into India. Along this mountain pass, Carnehan and Dravotmade their way with the Afghan traders, the amusingantics of Dravot, the mad priest, making him a wel-come guest among the friendly natives. Leaving thecaravans just below Jagdallak, a little mountain townbetween Peshawur and Kabul, they made their toilsomeway through the mountains, tall and black andbitter cold, . . with never a road broader thanthe back of your hand, past hostile villages, dispersedand solitary, and so to Kafiristan. Kafiristan, a small tract of land in the northeasternpart of Afghanistan, is but little known to the civilizedworld, whose only source of information is the accountof the Mahomedan traders who have entered thecountry. From these it has been learned that Kafir-istan, whose mountains are the higher peaks of the [90]. Copyrii^ht by Underwood & Underwood, N. V. THE TOWER OF VICTORY, CHITOR —the City of the De; Tall-built, sharp-domed palaces . . revealed the horrorof their emptiness and glared at the day that pierced them throughand tlirough. The wind passed singing down the empty streets,and, finding none to answer, returned, ehasing before it a mutter-ing cloud of dust, which presently whirled itself into a little cyclonefunnel, and laid down with a sigh. . Gigantic reservoirsdry and neglected . . hollow guard-houses that studded theliattlements . . time-riven arches that spanned the streets,and. above all, the carven tower with a shattered roof that spranga hundred and fifty feet into the air, for a sign to the countrysidetliat the royal city . . was not dead, but would one dayhum with men—The Naidahka THE BORDER COUNTRY Hindu Kush, is a far more attractive country than therest of Afghanistan. The hillsides, thickly wooded withoak and pine, and the green valleys, rich in g
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