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Barney is slow and not sure. Mousa is quick, and not
sure. Barney was to put a glass of water on my stage
table. He seemed to understand perfectly after I had ex-
plained, behind the scenes, four times and pointed to the
stage. What he finally did was to put a vast empty glass
en the stage and a full one behind the scenes.

Big concerns have a little one-horse conveyance for each
clerk. Nobody walks in the hot months,

Feb. 14, 4:30 P.M. Left Calcutta for Darjeeling in the
official car of Mr. Barclay, Chief of Traffic. Till dark
through rich vegetation. Rush, coco and bamboo.

Feb. 15. Sound sleep all night. Up early refreshed. Put
on double suit of flannels—bright and frosty. What a
pushing spray of delicate greenery a bunch of bamboo
is!!

Everybody is plowing—and numerous—these villages.
They are but 300 yards apart. There are dozens of them
in sight all the time. In effect this is one mighty city made
up of villages—a city of hundreds of miles long and broad
and contains a population of from 200 to 300" millions.
The biggest city I was ever in.

India the Marvelous!

WTiat a garden Bengal is! Heard in the smoking-room
on ship that most self-complaisant of all poems—"Green-
land's Icy Mountains"—"They call us to deliver their
land from error's chains." The call was never made.

When that hymn was written there were 1,200,000,000
of deeply religious heathen in the globe and 12,000,000
Christians—i.e. genuine, ardent Christians. It was this
tail that was proposing to wag that dog. It has not
wagged it. In forty million years it will not wag it. It has
never made the faintest impression, missionarying, upon