Bombay and western India, a series of stray papers; . es, in prim;evalinnocence and simplicity, their every want supplied. Led awayby the account of a vulgar author I had myself to blame. This was the pleasantest place I ever saw: fine large old VOL II. X 298 THE VALLEY OF THE TANSA. trees in abundance, and many rivulets running down from tliemountains all around. I was greatly delighted and thought it a pleasant thing tolive under the East India Company. Greatly delighted!Whoever saw rivulets running down the Konkani hills inMay? As Mackintosh in his wildness cursed Fryer at Kalyan, e\easo I
Bombay and western India, a series of stray papers; . es, in prim;evalinnocence and simplicity, their every want supplied. Led awayby the account of a vulgar author I had myself to blame. This was the pleasantest place I ever saw: fine large old VOL II. X 298 THE VALLEY OF THE TANSA. trees in abundance, and many rivulets running down from tliemountains all around. I was greatly delighted and thought it a pleasant thing tolive under the East India Company. Greatly delighted!Whoever saw rivulets running down the Konkani hills inMay? As Mackintosh in his wildness cursed Fryer at Kalyan, e\easo I sincerely wished that the author of these statements wereanywhere:—boUed like Lord Soulis, in a heated caldron (ofVajrabai), or comprehended without stint in the unequivocalmassacre of Glencoe. I left Vajrabai with a malediction on my lips, but soonemerging from Duhad, all disagreeables were forgotten, whenthe familiar form of Bawamalang came in sight, awakening, asit always does, pleasant recollections of Alatheran. Ill gang nae mair to yon ( 299 ),
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