In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
Captain Freeman then coming in for to bid us farewell before going on
board of his ship at Swally, we left speaking of the matter, and
turned to other topics. But Mr Martin was as good as his word in
speaking for me to the Council, and thereafter, in due course, all was
appointed as I most desired, and I was given the vacant place in the
party that was about being made up. The shipping season was now at its
height, when the life in our Factory at Surat is the busiest
imaginable, and I had already had much ado to see to my private
matters, being forced at last to trust them almost entirely to the
discretion of that good friend of mine, Captain Freeman, than whom, as
I may truly say, there never was a discreeter person. He being at last
departed, and with him all the other India ships, sailing in company
for fear of pirates and other enemies, we were at liberty to set about
our preparations, which being finished, we started on our journey.
In our company was there we four merchants, together with twelve
English soldiers for the better protecting of our goods and the rich
gifts we carried for the emperor, and also several _banyans_ with
their servants and followers. It was counted proper for us to travel
in some state, with banners borne before us, as persons of quality in
the East use to do, and with a sufficient retinue of attendants. The
Europe merchants in the Indies do never journey but they carry with
them their own cooks, both for the avoiding of danger from poison and
for the better satisfying of their palates, and many other servants
also are needful, for to look to the beasts and the merchandises and
for to prepare the night lodging. Journeying by way of Brodra[105]
and Cambaya, both of ’em considerable towns, and so to the Company’s
house at Amidavat, was all old ground to me, but when, after some
days’ rest at the place last named, we passed on and came into the
country of the Rashpoots,[106] I found there much that was new to me.
And these Rashpoots, or as some render the word, _Rasboutes_, are a
kind of highwaymen, or Tories, such as gain their livelihood by
attempting and plundering travellers, so that it behoved us all to
keep good watch against ’em. And this was to us a matter of no small
anxiety, so as we were almost fain to ask for a guard of soldiers from
the Moorish governor of Oudyepour,[107] which was a great town we
come to, but refrained, fearing lest they should prove worse to us
than the robbers themselves, being, like all the Mogul armies, ill
paid and worse disciplined. But it so fell out, thanks to the kind
care of Providence, that we were able to travel with little
molestation or stoppage, having at Amidavat changed our Europe clothes
for garments made after the Indian fashion, and so reached safely the
great city of Agra, the goal of our journeying.
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