A Journey to Katmandu (the Capital of Napaul), with the Camp of Jung Bahadoor: Including a Sketch of the Nepaulese Ambassador at HomeOliphant, Laurence
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A Journey to Katmandu (the Capital of Napaul), with the Camp of Jung Bahadoor: Including a Sketch of the Nepaulese Ambassador at Home
Oliphant, Laurence
Nepal -- Description and travel
Four ladies used to stand on the squares on each division, making sixteen
in all, each party of four dressed in garments of different colour from
those worn by the others. The King and his ministers sat on the slab in
the middle, and the game, which was something like chess, commenced. It
must have been a glorious game: the prizes were numerous and worth
playing for, and one can easily imagine the crafty old King moving his
Queen so as to take the lovely slave of one of his ministers, or a
handsome and fashionable young noble giving check to Queen and concubine;
probably the Queen could not be taken, but it must have added immensely
to the interest of the game to be playing with pieces that were
interested in the result.
We ascended a handsome gateway of the mosque, 120 feet in height, whence
I looked over a wide expanse of level country, while the intricate maze
of ruins through which we had been wandering lay spread at our feet like
a map; the wall of the city is still entire, and encloses a space of six
miles in circumference, the extent of this once famous place.
The court-yard of the mosque, which was at least 150 yards square,
contains the white marble tomb of the holy man. It is, without
exception, the most perfect little bijou imaginable. The walls are
composed of immense slabs, or rather screens of marble, delicately carved
and perforated, so that, while they allow a dim light to penetrate, the
effect of the tracery, when viewed from the interior, is exquisite. While
I was admiring this beautiful structure Busreet suddenly assured me that
he was very fond of tea. As he had already made many other observations
equally unconnected with the matter in hand, I merely assured him of my
sympathy; when the more home-question of whether I had any tea at once
enlightened me as to his meaning. I accordingly invited him to take tea
with me, and we sat on the steps of the good man's tomb, and had a
sociable cup together; after which I entered my palanquin, and,
travelling through the heat of the day, returned to Agra in a
semi-grilled condition.
* * * * *
Having seen most of the sights of Agra (and it has a goodly share of its
own), and having made the necessary preparations for the conveyance to
Bombay of our party, now four in number, we took our departure from the
handsome and hospitable residence of the Lieutenant-Governor, on the
evening of the 9th of March, and drove in our buggies by moonlight over
rather a wild country, in rather a wild manner, arriving at the station,
where our palanquins were to meet us, a little before midnight.
An Indian coolie's powers of endurance are marvellous. Our cortege
consisted of 112; and they were to carry ourselves, servant, baggage, and
provisions, at the rate of thirty-five miles a night, for as many
consecutive nights as we should choose to require their services.
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