This will be more a letter than a Journal, as I have skipped more than a fortnight, partly because I have been obliged to give all my little leisure to drawing for the fancy fair, and then, that I have had ten days of the same ague I had in the plains, from the same reason--constant rain and fog. It is a tiresome complaint while it lasts, from the violence of the headache and pains in the bones, but I do not think it does one much real harm, at least not up here. It stopped only four days ago, and I feel quite well again. We are very quiet just now. Rains and fogs the whole day, till towards five o'clock, when it kindly holds up to allow us to go out for an hour and a half, and then it kindly rains again so as to prevent anybody coming to dinner. G. and I went yesterday to show F. a beautiful new walk we had discovered; that is, we call it a walk, though there is nothing to walk upon but a goat-path, but it leads to a beautiful hill which stands bolt upright by itself, looking down on various little villages in the valleys. The first time we went, the jonpaunees contrived to carry me most part of the way, but this time what little path there had been was washed away, and we had to walk with sticks in one hand and to cling to the rocks with the other, and the jonpaunees crept along just under the path to catch us if we slipped. I never saw anything so beautiful as it was, the ground so green with all sorts of ferns, and covered with iris and mountain geraniums, and such an amphitheatre of mountains all round, with great white clouds in the valleys, just as if the mountains had let their gowns slip off their shoulders. Our Bengalee servants, who turn out in great numbers when we walk, evidently thought it a service of great danger, particularly when one of my boys slipped down a little waterfall, and looked, as G. said, in his red and gold, like a large goldfish floundering about in the pool below. My old jemadar came and gave me a regular scolding this morning, which he had evidently got up with great care in his choicest English. 'Soobratta tell me, my lord and my two ladies take very dangerous walk, so I just ask of ladyship's favour to ask my lord not to order any more such walk. Ladyship not strong constitution' (that is a long word they have picked up from the native doctor, who always tells me so), 'and what for she walk when she can be carried, and why go on bad road? I see our bheestie's (water-carrier) cow last week tumble down hill, and she roll over and over till she come _kill_ at the bottom, and if ladyship see that, she never go dangerous walk again.' He walked off quite satisfied with himself and his oratory, and I own, I think the roll and 'come kill' of the bheestie's cow is pathetic and conclusive. Tuesday, August 6. I have had such a piece of _shawl_ luck; everybody's mind gets a shawl twist in India, you must understand; and moreover we are all making up our packets for England now.