A canvas-box is not much of a sight--when empty; but when there is a lady in it, it is an object of interest.

These boxes were grouped apart, in the full blaze of the terrible sun during the three-quarters of an hour that we tarried there.
They contained zenana ladies.

They had to sit up; there was not room enough to stretch out.

They probably did not mind it.

They are used to the close captivity of the dwellings all their lives; when they go a journey they are carried to the train in these boxes; in the train they have to be secluded from inspection.