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Jaunpore A shooting-party Scenes in camp and on the march A Nepaulese dinner Ghazipore The Company's stud Indian roads Passage of the Gograh Jung Bahadoor's mode of despatching an alligator. Being anxious to visit Jaunpore, I left Benares one evening after dinner, and accomplished the distance, 36 miles, with one set of bearers, in seven hours and a half.
The large rose-gardens for which Ghazipore is celebrated lay to the right. I regretted that our way did not lead us through them, but we had evidence of their existence in some delicious otto of roses, which is easily procured here. The road by which we were now travelling was what is called in India a cutcher-road, which means unmetalled.
The numerous poppy-plantations were evidence of our proximity to the headquarters of one of the largest opium agencies in India. Ghazipore is approached by an avenue of handsome trees, more ornamental than useful, seeing how utterly destructive it is to the permanent welfare of a road.
Not that I would for a moment wish to insinuate that it was a nasty smell; on the contrary, it would have been delicious on a pocket-handkerchief; but to imagine it going down one's throat, in company with an immense amount of grease and gravy, was nearly enough to prevent its doing so at all. Our march to Ghazipore was through country richly cultivated and pleasing, if not absolutely pretty.
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