lohurneah

Updated: May 10, 2025

Not unfrequently dancing boys or girls are in attendance, and the horrid din of tom-toms, cymbals, a squeaking fiddle, or a twanging sitar, rattling castanets, and ear-piercing songs from the dusky prima donna, makes night hideous, until the grey dawn peeps over the dark forest line. Early in January, 1875, my camp was at a place in the sal jungles called Lohurneah.

James Inglis - Sport and Work on the Nepaul Frontier: Twelve Years Sporting Reminiscences of an Indigo Planter