CHAPTER XI.
RESIDENCE AT PRĀG.
"I KEEP WRITING ON UPON THE PRINCIPLE OF A GOOD ECONOMIST, THAT IT IS A
PITY SO MUCH PAPER SHOULD BE LOST, WHICH, LIKE THE QUEER LITTLE OLD
MAN IN THE SONG, 'HAS A LONG WAY TO GO.'"
"WHAT RELIANCE IS THERE ON LIFE[1]?"
"HE WHO HAS ILL-LUCK FOR HIS COMPANION WILL BE BITTEN BY A DOG ALTHOUGH MOUNTED ON A CAMEL[2]."
1829—March to Benares—Misfortunes en suite—The Hummām of the Rajah—Flowers
of Wax and Ubruk—Return to Prāg—Storm en route—Gram—A
Central Government—Thieves, Domestic—Snake in the Stable—Death in a
Pālkee—Power of the Sun to change the Sex—Lord William Bentinck—Half-Batta—The
Jaws of the Crocodile—The Clipper—Discontent of the
Army—Recovery of the Stolen Rupees—The Gosāin—Ram Din—The
Ancient Temple.
Jan. 1829.—In the beginning of this month, having promised to meet Captain A. S at the races at Ghazeepore, we started by land, having sent tents and provisions by water to await our arrival. A violent headache preventing me from mounting my horse, I proceeded in a pālkee, much against medical advice, and slept half-way to Benares, in our tents.
Rising late the next day, we had a hot ride before reaching the Stanhope, where we learnt that our pitaras had been stolen. My husband rode forward in pursuit of the thieves, leaving me seated by the side of the road; the sun becoming very hot, I got into the buggy, overcome from my recent illness, the sā'īs
