. Imperial India; an artist's journals. of Martand, said to datefrom the second century , and showing considerable Greek in-fluence, but overlaid with much rich decoration. The modernMartand, or Bawan, is over the edge of the plateau at anothersource of the Jhelum, which, having escaped the eye of the gar-den-making Jehanghire, has been turned by the pious Hindoothrough two sacred tanks, and is now a holy shrine. The tanksare full of fish, a kind of tench, I should think, which it is the dutyof the pilgrim to keep well fed with baked Indian corn. It is de-lightful to see the shoals of thes
. Imperial India; an artist's journals. of Martand, said to datefrom the second century , and showing considerable Greek in-fluence, but overlaid with much rich decoration. The modernMartand, or Bawan, is over the edge of the plateau at anothersource of the Jhelum, which, having escaped the eye of the gar-den-making Jehanghire, has been turned by the pious Hindoothrough two sacred tanks, and is now a holy shrine. The tanksare full of fish, a kind of tench, I should think, which it is the dutyof the pilgrim to keep well fed with baked Indian corn. It is de-lightful to see the shoals of these dark green fish in the brilliantazure of the water. I made a sketch of the place from one corner,where squats each day an aged and very holy man, before whom 236 IMPERIAL INDIA, the pilgrims come in flocks to prostrate themselves till their fore-heads touch the ground. Unlike most holy men, this one is clean,and is moreover a very superior person, for seeing me surroundedand inconvenienced hy fakirs, he sent his own servant to clear. BAWAN them away. I painted him into my sketch as an acknowledgment,and when I had finished made my lowest salaam. The old gentle-man, being probably absorbed in a contemplation of the Deity,did not respond ; or are piety and good manners incompatible ? Our encampment is under some superb chenars, and we aresoothed by the sound of falling waters,—in fact, it is delightful;only three days more, however, and I shall be sweltering in theplains. I confess to having enjoyed Martand, despite the row of the devotees. All I saw pleased me : the picturesque figures of the fakirs, who rub themselves over with mud or ashes till they are quite blue ; the pilgrims, with their bright dress ; even the chant of the devotees, which sounds in the distance like a strange Gre- KASHMIR—ACCHABUL—THE LIDDAR VALLEY. 237 gorian air ; the rush of the waters around ; everything, in fact,but the blowing of some terrible horns, that filled the night withhorror, and near
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