The Library Magazine of Select Foreign Literature: All volumes — John Shaqi
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We could not at first understand what the poor fellow meant; but on
looking out, were not a little disconcerted at the sight which presented
itself.
Crouched on the garden-wall was a huge spotted animal of the leopard
species. It looked, however, by no means ferocious, but, on the contrary,
to be imploring compassion and shelter from the snowstorm. Still,
notwithstanding its demure cat-like aspect, its proximity was by no means
agreeable. With a strange lack of intelligence, the brute, instead of
avoiding the cold, had evidently become bewildered, and crawled up the
mountain side. As we could scarcely be expected to extend the rites of
hospitality to such a visitor, the harmless discharge of a pistol insured
his departure at one bound, and with a terrific growl.
Wild beasts are rarely seen about European stations. Those who like them
must go out of their way to find them. But perhaps stupefied by cold while
asleep, and pinched by hunger, as on the present occasion, they may lose
their usual sagacity.
Having got rid of our unwelcome visitor, we determined at once to leave
our mountain-home.
The servants were only too glad to hasten our departure, and in the
course of an hour everything was packed up, and we were ready for the
descent into the plains.
Notwithstanding the absence of a police force, robberies of houses are
almost unknown; and therefore it was only necessary for us to draw down
the blinds and lock the main door, leaving the furniture to take care of
itself.
The jam-pans and little rough ponies were ready; the servants, although
shivering in their light clothing, more active than I had ever before seen
them; and in the course of another hour we were inhaling the balmy air of
early summer.
The pretty little hotel of Rajpore, at the base of the mountain, was now
reached; and before us lay the broad and excellent road, shaded with
trees, which, in the course of another twenty minutes, brought us to the
charming cantonment of Deyrah. All Nature seemed to be rejoicing; the
birds were singing; the sounds of bubbling and splashing waters
(mountain-streams diverted from their natural channels, and brought into
every garden), and hedges of the double pink and crimson Bareilly rose[17]
in full bloom, interspersed with the oleander, and the mehndi (henna of
Scripture) with its fragrant clusters, filling the air with the perfume of
mignonette, presented a scene of earthly beauty which cannot be surpassed.
"How stupid we were," I remarked, looking back at our late home, now a
mere black speck on the top of the snowy mountain far above--"how very
foolish and perverse to have fancied ourselves more English in the winter
up there, when we might all this time have been leading the life of Eden,
in this enchanting spot!"
"Indeed we were," replied my companion. "But it is the way with us in
India. We give a rupee for an English daisy, and cast aside the honeyed
champah."
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