From a criminal point of view, Ajmir is not a pleasant place. The Native
States lie all round and about it, and portions of the district are ten
miles off, Native State-locked on every side. Thus the criminal, who may
be a burglarious Meena lusting for the money bags of the Setts, or a
Peshawari down south on a cold weather tour, has his plan of campaign
much simplified. The Englishman made only a short stay in the town,
hearing that there was to be a ceremony--_tamasha_ covers a multitude of
things--at the capital of His Highness the Maharana of Udaipur--a town
some hundred and eighty miles south of Ajmir, not known to many people
beyond Viceroys and their Staffs and the officials of the Rajputana
Agency. So he took a Neemuch train in the very early morning and, with
the Punjabi, went due south to Chitor, the point of departure for
Udaipur. In time the Aravalis gave place to a dead, flat, stone-strewn
plain, thick with dhak-jungle. Later the date-palm fraternised with the
dhak, and low hills stood on either side of the line. To this succeeded
a tract rich in pure white stone, the line was ballasted with it. Then
came more low hills, each with comb of splintered rock a-top,
overlooking dhak-jungle and villages fenced with thorns--places that at
once declared themselves tigerish. Last, the huge bulk of Chitor showed
itself on the horizon. The train crossed the Gumber River and halted
almost in the shadow of the hills on which the old pride of Udaipur was
set.
It is difficult to give an idea of the Chitor fortress; but the long
line of brown wall springing out of bush-covered hill suggested at once
those pictures, such as the _Graphic_ publishes, of the _Inflexible_ or
the _Devastation_--gigantic men-of-war with a very low free-board
ploughing through green sea. The hill on which the fort stands is
ship-shaped and some miles long, and, from a distance, every inch
appears to be scarped and guarded. But there was no time to see Chitor.
The business of the day was to get, if possible, to Udaipur from Chitor
Station, which was composed of one platform, one telegraph-room, a bench
and several vicious dogs.
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