At first I was strongly interested in the tree, for I was told that it was the renowned peepul--the tree in whose shadow you cannot tell a lie.

This one failed to stand the test, and I went away from it disappointed.
There was a softly creaking well close by, and a couple of oxen drew water from it by the hour, superintended by two natives dressed in the usual "turban and pocket-handkerchief." The tree and the well were the only scenery, and so the compound was a soothing and lonesome and satisfying place; and very restful after so many activities.

There was nobody in our bungalow but ourselves; the other guests were in the next one, where the table d'hote was furnished.

A body could not be more pleasantly situated.

Each room had the customary bath attached--a room ten or twelve feet square, with a roomy stone-paved pit in it and abundance of water.